<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247</id><updated>2011-10-23T16:38:21.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't life a gamble?</title><subtitle type='html'>Mari macam macam :p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-4953445232014244259</id><published>2011-10-23T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:38:21.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What certainty can you offer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;is it worth it? Now are you happy with you have got? Im sorry but for me i dont know if this all worth it or not. If this is worth the wait and pain you&amp;nbsp;put&amp;nbsp;me through. U have never given me any assurance, all the proven tickets you have showed is all the past and u still didnt make it until today. You are still wherever you are and i am still here wherever i am. So this time if things were ever fixed, it will still be a long distance&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;and nothing less than that. You ask yourself whether it is worth the time and energy because all this while it is you who take all the decisions in your hands and exclude me just the same way you deleted me from your life or your list and add me back whenever you feel like. Where is my space to get say what i have to say then? You tell the whole wide world i am your girl but did you prove it to me that i am your girl? Ask yourself that. If by words could mean thousand things to you then actions means million more to me. Dont blame me for this because you have made me come to this stage and why? Because i have always lived by the words you said to me alongside with proof but where is it? Till today you know what you owe me. You can compare this situation to anybody's situation but ask them girls, were they left unnoticed? Because according to your sensible words, you were only going for two weeks. What happened to that two weeks now it has become nine months. So ask yourself, is that fair for me? And till then what have i got in return, abused, accused and threatens by you. To top it off, i was deleted for the space that you want for yourself. Let me ask you, what space do you want? As far as i know it, for however fucking long you are at wherever you are now is just you by yourself, i am not there and your parents are not there. What is the tension then? You are with your friends every single day, aint that living life? No one stop you from doing whatever you want to do. More than being understanding, i flew down to you despite whatever problem you have that you cant make it down. Did you appreciate that? I dont think so because if you do, you wouldnt blame me for not fixing anything. By all right, it was you who caused the whole problem. Your fake promises. So now ask yourself, if i am the one you really want to be with then prove me wrong. Nothing else but prove me wrong cause i am not going to tolerate anymore excuses after this and ended up waiting for another year. It is just not fair. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-4953445232014244259?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4953445232014244259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4953445232014244259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-certainty-can-you-offer.html' title='What certainty can you offer?'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3988979375118247836</id><published>2011-10-15T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:49:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Will you change if im in front of you? Does it take me to go to you? Is that what you want? Is that how i will get you to talk to me? Or am i a fool who sits alone talking to the moon with hopes you will turn back and undo what you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3988979375118247836?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3988979375118247836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3988979375118247836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/10/will-you-change-if-im-in-front-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-51556476732073051</id><published>2011-10-15T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:33:37.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere down the lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How much we have been through together. How much we have made each other go through and one day you just turned back and let my hands go. What happened to all the promises made to each other. After the bittersweet memories we have made, it is just going to go to a waste over what you want for yourself? how selfish can a person be. Why would you choose to kill when you can embrace and improvise what we had. We both know what we mean to each other, nothing but the world to each other but how come your actions are proving me otherwise. If you are covered by your worries, share with me darling. When i took that hands of yours, i didnt took it empty i brought trust faith and believe with you. If you are scared, I am here to console you. If you are lost, I am here to bring you to your destination. I will go through it all with you. That is what i can assure you. But yet again, you choose to do it all alone. With the distance, it kills that i cant be physically present and i have done my part by going down to you. Never mind going all the way for you but you would not come and meet me halfway. If this decision is what makes you happy then i am happy for you my love. I let you fly if you want to fly. Just remember me and our sweet memories that we made for each other. I wish you all the best in life. I know you so well inside out, I know what breaks you and what makes you stronger. Its just sad that you chose to break yourself to become stronger. All i am asking in return is, give me my heart back with respect cs it seems that you have taken it with you. Letting you go is by far the hardest thing to do but i cant force you. People are not stupid to want us to be together, its because what we have is just strong. But then again, thats people not you not me. I know we could have it all but you stopped then im left with no option. You may not be able to see it now but with time i hope you will. Never i exclude you from my prayers, even if you dont have me my love you have my prayers with you. Choose to make the best out of yourself. A person with a good heart like you and so strong would never let an opportunity like this go but you did, proved that you are not yourself yet. I'll give you time, just know that i miss you every second. It breaks my heart that you dont seem to miss me or even bother to ask how am i doing, clearly im no longer important and part of your life.&amp;nbsp; Love you always and take good care of yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-51556476732073051?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/51556476732073051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/51556476732073051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/10/somewhere-down-lane.html' title='Somewhere down the lane'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8525796786858035845</id><published>2011-10-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:31:55.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gaaah. I just got done with one assignment and that too an amend assignment which include only 3 questions. Like WTF! My nerves are literally stuck in a traffic jam, the traffic light doesnt seem to be turning green. MOFO. 2 more individual assignments on the go. I can do this! I know i can do this! I have faith in myself. I need to take a fucking break after this, dedfinitely! India, im coming for you very soon. I need this break like freaking much after all the stress i have went through. Gaaaah, this is the price i have to pay so wtf, i accepted it. So brain PLEASE be functioning. I need you until end of this month only. So please dont bail on me. Thank you, sincerely body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8525796786858035845?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8525796786858035845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8525796786858035845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/10/assignments.html' title='Assignments!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6131539193672085197</id><published>2011-10-09T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:24:53.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>India</title><content type='html'>So much of a roller coaster ride with my trip down to India. The first trip was more scary than the second one. Well, first of all i went without permission but i managed to go thru it alone. Thanks to baby for buying the tix, kudos to him. Had a wonderful time there and getting to know new people. Most importantly i get to see you who I've missed so very much but that trip didn't go well. As a normal couple who have been away, like duh we'll fight but baby take it so seriously. Oh well, the stuffs was amazing. I still have my Aladdin shoes on my list, that's the last thing i haven't got from that trip. Looking forward for the next trip. Baby bought me all the accessories i chose and a saree. How sweet. Its just that i need to get the blouse of the saree stitched. The next trip was fucking frustrating and depressing. I was deported as i didn't fulfill the visa requirement. So much I've spent on that trip, energy, money and emotional ride. And it all went to waste withing minutes. Freaking devastating. But maybe god has better plans for me and for us, who knows. I have done literally done my part and still trying to trip it down but we see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks ago, friends of baby's came down from India. How i wish they brought baby along but naah. They are such great people. A real gem. They have made my life so much better and stronger. I do appreciate the existence of those two. People like them make me feel emotionally stable with their never ending support. The weird thing is&amp;nbsp; how we got so close to each other after spending two days only. Like literally two days only. I cant imagine if we spend a month together, we'll make such good buddies. Haha. It was amazing, and Shirley aunty is the bomb. She is the coolest mother of all. Its good to get to know her, she filled the spot of a mum to me since i never really get it from my mum. Emotionally basis. Ahh they are just wonderful. Hopefully, god has a better plan for me after this hell ride of ups and downs. Insyallah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6131539193672085197?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6131539193672085197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6131539193672085197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/10/india.html' title='India'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7624460995946700700</id><published>2011-08-25T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:49:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a doctor</title><content type='html'>I feel lost. I dont know where im heading in life, all bcs i let myself affected by the love that is sinking. Sometimes, theres too much to say and yet let myself speechless. What do i say to people? That i let myself affected or I just cant live without him or what? I dont know myself what is this. I've never been dragged into this feeling. What is this feeling? What happened to that old jolly hyper qilah? Where is she? Where did she go? Will she be able to find herself back? Will she? Help me, i need help. I feel theres a big hole in me. Or is she is just tired of fighting with herself? What is it? Never felt this feeling ever since the elder separated, but how did i manage to fight with myself then? How? Please give me a sign of where can i get my strength back, i need strength to go on with life. I still have much to do in life. Please, i need a doctor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7624460995946700700?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7624460995946700700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7624460995946700700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-doctor.html' title='I need a doctor'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3091969733306713139</id><published>2011-07-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:59:59.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles scattered</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;m sorry blog for ditching you over twitter. I still love you though, thanks to twitter for limiting the words to 140 only. Oh well, college life starting soon. Time to buckle up. I thought after 3 months break i could buckle up myself to face this painful bitter memories i had with me but i guess i was mistaken. I can never move on from it till i see your face. You took my heart and i let myself go. You took every bit of me with you, im not able to find these puzzles of myself back to stitch my life back together. I still need you. I still want you. Wherever i go, i still carry you with me. May not be clear as the sea but you are still there. You just need to take a closer look. I just buried you deep deep down my heart covered with all the hatred, frustrations and bittersweet memory lane. Every time i pass by that house, just by looking at the window i'll get all the flashback of us. When i stand in the middle of the road with my eyes closed, i see you running from behind catching me and lift me up just like you did when you missed your first flight to india. When i sleep and closed my eyes, i feel your hands wrapped around me from behind and i get peaceful sleep. When&amp;nbsp; i stand alone at the balcony and closed my eyes, I see us kissing under the beautiful shadow of moonlight. When i dance alone at the club with my eyes closed, i see us dancing together in our own world. When i listen to certain songs, i see your face. You are everywhere, you stay permanent in my pigment of imagination and in real life. Thats you, Sanjeev Savio Calvin Manuel. If anything has to happen, I know i wont be able to move on but i will survive. And your name will always be on my lips every time anyone ever ask who is that one person in your life who has taken your life away without killing you. I will always be yours at heart, so are you. You never did anything wrong to me besides leaving for 6 months and still counting. You put me through hell but i learned how to survive and i am still surviving. You can never be replaced. You are special. If you stay true, i'll be there with you. If you are the one, Allah will lead me to you. I love you always. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3091969733306713139?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3091969733306713139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3091969733306713139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/07/puzzles-scattered.html' title='Puzzles scattered'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-333984834581235138</id><published>2011-04-12T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:47:27.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme</title><content type='html'>Well oh well, what do we have here. Lets check the list, had a big argument with mum, fiq and hubby. I cant believe i almost ended a relationship which i thought would last forever. I had this thought crossed my mind once upon a time, some things are just too good to be true. And for all the happiness he gave me, its frightening to know that what if someday i'll lose it. And that day didnt have to wait for long cs it just did few days back. Had the biggest argument with bby. We have never had such on going arguments which took place for days. It was really frightening. One second, i thought i was about to lose him and the next he was about to lose me. We are clearly blown out of proportion bcs of the distance. Not having each other side by side and at to ends of the world, its hard. Trust me it is, cs everything is tested. Your trust, your belief, your faith and your love. How far can all these things go with you and how long. It was really the final exams to us. We managed to tackle it like we always did but things were cold. As cold as an empty can. And the status is still is. I dropped my semester cs its too late for me to catch up with my classes when mid term is in 2 weeks time. I'd rather give my all than fail without trying. So i made my decision to differ this semester. I must say, thats not me but this time i wanna fix my future and set things right. Just wanna get back on track. And thats all for today. Toodles, much love xo;s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-333984834581235138?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/333984834581235138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/333984834581235138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/04/extreme.html' title='Extreme'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8380263721721253874</id><published>2011-04-04T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:59:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia truly asia.</title><content type='html'>Hey loves, its been long since i last updated my blog. Theres so many to tell and express but only if i could remember every tiny bits of memories. Wanted to blog for a long time but didnt have the access to internet and time. Been usy twittering, even my facebook has been ignored. Well, lets see. A lot of things been happening, ups and downs but mostly downs. First of all before i forget everything, i went to indonesia, solo and bandung to be precise, &amp;nbsp;a few weeks back to drop off my maid who is critically ill. It was an amazing experience to be in her hometown. Trust me, the weather the food the animals are way better from kampungs in malaysia and mostly their ppl. They are just so genuine and humble yet loving. Ah beautiful! We spent a week in indonesia, few nights in kak ami' place and a night in bandung. 'Lets paint the town red' is how to describe the trip to bandung in short. It was awesomely superb, shopping spree of the month :) Bought everything that i wanted, my aim was handbags and ciggys and bought them all! It was superb and the most amazing part is all the shopping was done in 2days 1night solid full power scene. Tehee. Came back from bandung and spent another night at kak ami;s. It was sad and painful to say goodbye to her. Things arent the same without her. She was the backbone of the house, she deserves not a token but millions of token of appreciation. I love her, deep down she was a mother, a caretaker and a teacher to me. Will always love her and shes always welcome to the house anytime and anywhen she wants. I'll personally give her the permit. Haha. See, im forgetting all the other stuff that happened this month. Will surely update soon. Love much! Trip that will never be forgotten :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8380263721721253874?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8380263721721253874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8380263721721253874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/04/indonesia-truly-asia.html' title='Indonesia truly asia.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6011325901681204279</id><published>2011-02-20T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:57:07.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alert.</title><content type='html'>To all you intruders out there, thank you so much for taking all of our personal stuff. Just by the way you took them, it wont get you to anywhere safe. Jst remeber, God is great. Innocent lives will always given a sign to make sure they are on the right path. Someway or the other, we will surely find you. But at present whoever did this, i will surely give you my joyful ride of torturing you with my words of wisdom. Surrounding you in such guilt that you wont be able to bear it and only admit. Just a name. Only one name and my day is made. Be alert baby. They say keep your friends close, keep your enemy closer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6011325901681204279?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6011325901681204279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6011325901681204279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/02/alert.html' title='Alert.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-1384264352606432794</id><published>2011-02-20T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:53:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistible view.</title><content type='html'>My grandma came over to the house today. Just by looking at her remind me so much of my dad. They look much alike minus the skin colour. Haha. She broke her leg, exactly her ankle. Its really frustrating to see her stretching her legs with one uncontrollable ankle. Her left feet was all over the place. Its really sad and what makes me feel worst is when she is not feeling any pain at all. She is even in her diapers now. She looks cute though she is in her diapers. She cant control her urine and past motion anymore. It was very sad but at the same time its cute to see her in that condition cs its fun to be taken care of. However, no one knows what is she feeling exactly inside. Maybe she seem quiet like as if she doesn't understand but theres a lot more in the heart than we can conclude based on the physical appearance and facial expression. I will always love her as she is one of the ppl that gave me life. Without her my dad wont be able to see the world and even marrying my mum and get me. :) Lovesss. Unbearable pain with irresistible smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-1384264352606432794?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1384264352606432794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1384264352606432794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/02/irresistible-view.html' title='Irresistible view.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-791749833213410973</id><published>2011-02-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T14:18:22.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I received a wonderful unexpected phone call from my dad. It was a very intense, full of emotions conversation. I haven't had that conversation with him like that for a long time. It was something meaningful to me. On the other hand, baby is telling me that he is leaving yesterday night and i got paranoid when he stop answering my calls. I knew there is something wrong about the whole situation. So i tried calling him again after few hours and yes i was right! There's riot going on at the airport so they blocked all flights for that day. His flight got replaced for another one today in the afternoon. My prayers are with you till u reach oman. I dont know what is going on at yr end so pls just be careful for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you ppl out there who is treating my little girl badly. Just remember one thing, im always there behind her. Dont make a mistake by thinking that when she's weak u could take advantage cs im always there standing beside her. Knowing everything thats going on her side, im still keeping myself quiet but everyone's got their limit my doll. Just dont push it. Once line is crossed, things are gonna get really ugly. Trust me, you wont like it cs its gonna be such joyful ride for me but not for u. Good luck :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Doodles, xo's :) &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-791749833213410973?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/791749833213410973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/791749833213410973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-received-wonderful-unexpected-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-9054934326494384861</id><published>2011-02-15T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:46:07.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each moment counts.</title><content type='html'>Hye there. Its been awhile, i know. A lot of things been going on lately, my mind seems empty so yea. Well, congratulations to my big-boobs rosie aunty who just got married. Beautiful moments i had with little kids at the wedding. I was the candy fairy. Kids can be damn irritating but they are just too adorable for u to pinch them. I met a lot of different kids out there. They are just lovely :) Love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-9054934326494384861?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/9054934326494384861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/9054934326494384861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/02/each-moment-counts.html' title='Each moment counts.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8515695762804107796</id><published>2011-01-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:35:54.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision making,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You know after spending more than 5 hours not sleeping but just lying down on the bed, it crossed my mind thinking maybe what i should do is get a proper break up msg from him. It would make my life easier cs then i know i have nothing to expect from him until he gets home. But then, knowing him i know he would not agree to this whole idea of mine so i dont know. Cs i know if my idea is not gonna happen then i'll be the same me fighting in a battlefield between myself and the distance. And trust me fighting with yourself is not easy cs half of u wanna win and the other half wanna give up. U'll end up having split personalities, which is the last thing i want for myself. Plsss show me a sign&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8515695762804107796?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8515695762804107796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8515695762804107796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/01/decision-making.html' title='Decision making,'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-4241062003684641383</id><published>2011-01-10T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:06:47.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Firstly, Happy birthday to mai sabrina who turned maturely 19 as quoted by the birthday girl itself. Subak was the venue for mai's birthday bash which is located in damansara. That place was beautiful and amazing, never felt so relaxed and chilled in any other places in Malaysia like i did in Subak yesterday. Though, its a little scary cs the theme of the place is mothernature so u are surrounded with big tall trees around u but its romantic. I love the place. voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks to Fiq for bringing me just to show me the place cs she was very confident that i would love the place. Her confidence proved that she knows me well cs damn right i love the place. Ah so beautiful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-4241062003684641383?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4241062003684641383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4241062003684641383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/01/plain.html' title='Plain.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-775527697409358749</id><published>2011-01-08T06:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:21:35.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful People :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;When one is missing that doesn't mean u have lost all of them. Had a great night tonight, it was superbly awesome so from the description u can tell how fun the night was right? Goooood. At least they helped me took my mind off something that is not real. Its like impossible to think that everything is going to work out. Specially, when theres lack of communications. Well, it is also not easy holding on to something that is not certain, i mean to me, not certain anymore. I don't know about the other side but surely my side, its giving me all these negative thoughts. It may seem easy to say that i can fight it cs its all in your mind but try being in that position at least for ten seconds and you would find it hard too. The thing is, these thoughts they play with your mind and when they do they start affecting your judgement which means what u have in your heart so in summary, they left u confused with what you want and what you don't want. I'm basically stuck in between and its bugging my sleep too these days. Its hard to sleep on a plain normal day, i have to be either really really exhausted or have major argument on the phone. Either one don't really happen everyday and when it did it can be counted with your fingers. Speaking of counting, I'm still counting on the days though they are people who told me to stop doing that but i cant help myself. The more I'm trying to take my mind off it the more I'm thinking about it. I dont know, probably i have to do the whole reverse psychology thingy then only it'll work but i doubt it. I'm an inch close to prescribe myself sleeping tablets from the doctor cs not getting enough sleep equals to less work for the day cs you don't have the energy in the world to sustain a day without proper 8 hours of sleep. Its impo-fucking-sibble :) For example, after a long day of driving back from college to damansara and then from damansara to ac then from ac to kl and then clubbing and then from kl back to damansara, i still cant sleep. I seriously have serious sleeping disorder, period. Sad right? I know but cant help it. Tried calling him when i reached home but didn't answer, I'm pretty devastated but its all cool in the hood nigga! Theres always another day. Hey to be honest, sometimes i feel like I'm going through&amp;nbsp;a break up period you know when its only some time apart cs he is back for his holidays. But hell i went through made me feel like I'm going through a freaking break up dude, like seriously. It is annoying but facts are facts you know. Pretty much, a reality bitch slap that u HAVE to accept cs u are left with no choice but to hope or to die. I'd rather go for hope for my current situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the first person who took pieces of me with you and when you did, you turned your back at me and left me with only hopes of impossibility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-775527697409358749?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/775527697409358749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/775527697409358749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful People :)'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-9017206400677923416</id><published>2010-12-19T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:45:08.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Adam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Another ordinary Saturday, went out with mum and other family members to motor show. It was amazing. I get to see my favorite cars but unfortunately MY car was not there cs they say its too latest for Malaysia to take it in. HAHA, wth is that. Fiq finally managed to sit in her dream car, Bentley. That car is awesome and the interior was super hot. Red leather seats and black exterior, everything was so classy yet hot. Well, that is so fiqah. Moving on to the next&amp;nbsp; activity, dinner! My favorite part of the day :D beautiful dinner with family around and people are just talking to each other sharing their moments and time. I was enjoying every second of it. Later, went to ac. Woah that place reminds me a lot about the past. Played foosball, after so long! Felt good actually to know that i can still play it. Its been awhile ya know so my skills are filled with dust. On the other hand, Fiq is getting better at it. She is actually very very good at it. I used to beat the shit out of her but now its the other way round. Embarrassing, i know but facts are facts. I'm getting my status back soon. Watch out fiq! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Baby did the sweetest thing ever, he made me feel like I'm in a movie. HAHA. He literally pick up his phone and dialed up my number from there just for me to hear his favorite song. The song whatever i do, i do it for u. Literally?! Literally, waited for that part to come and called me, right after that finishes he said i love you. Sweet, and that's my baby. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-9017206400677923416?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/9017206400677923416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/9017206400677923416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/12/brian-adam.html' title='Brian Adam.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7986176241815581049</id><published>2010-12-18T06:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:45:45.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It started off as a bad day and slowly changes to normal. Bad day because my backbone started aching again and this time its unbearable. Well, the part that makes it pretty normal day bcs i picked my sister up from her place and then hang out for a bit and share stuffs like we always do and then go home. What makes it a special day is when my other sister asked us out. That is something big&amp;nbsp;cs its always us versus her not us with her so yeah and the weirdest part is we actually agreed to go out with her and so we did. Pretty cool night, interesting place and interesting ppl. It was actually more than just special, it was beautiful cs today my baby txted me. And for that certain moment he made me feel like today is just some other normal day when he was here. He even called but as usual the call wont last for even 10mins so yea and we tried chatting on fb as well. It helps alot, like on a serious note it actually did. Felt happy for a bit but the part where i actually missed him when i was out with my sister is still there. Im still trying to catch up with this and lots of other things.&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Lets just hope things will get better for me at least for this month cs things doesnt seem to be in the&amp;nbsp;right places this year. Good luck qilah. Jaan, u are needed at this certain moment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7986176241815581049?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7986176241815581049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7986176241815581049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-begins.html' title='It begins.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7756883456791133366</id><published>2010-12-12T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:42:27.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two different poles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How imagination took me far away from reality. For a bit, i felt like aladdin story is playing on my mind in full HD version. A princess fell in love with a normal guy and thought that everything in this world is actually possible. I mean lets get some reality check out here, we are from two different poles of the world. One up and one down, how is that going to work? The funny thing is whatever i am feeling right now is unexplainable. Depression is being flushed in from the left venntricle and happiness is from right atrium. Okay to hell with my science facts. HAHA. Im pulling every energy in this world to be mentally strong and physically strong. Well, my mum always say that its free to dream ya know so lets hope it will stay that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jaan, i love you. Life is as big as the entire sea when u r there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7756883456791133366?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7756883456791133366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7756883456791133366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-different-poles.html' title='Two different poles.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3310586599420664636</id><published>2010-12-12T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T06:41:00.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early boat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;What should i feel, hm sad or happy or let me just say confused. Baby went back home today. Was hoping for him to miss his flight but ergh it didnt happen. HAHA. What am i gonna do when he is gone? Hmmmm, really have no idea and i dont feel safe as well. From the place i am now, im surrounded with untrusted people. Even the college sucks! Now this time it has crossed the limits dude. The workers are very very very very rude and slow, urgh i cant stannd them. Every particle in my body is telling me to just leave from the college dude but since my plasma membrane is still functioning, it says "Qilah just hold on for another year and you are done". HAHA. How lame can i be, okay dont answer that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Its different when you are not around, no joke. I see everything normally but theres no specialty in my sight that actually make me feel normal. i still see you in that crowd filled with people of many kinds. I miss you jaan. Pls come back soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3310586599420664636?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3310586599420664636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3310586599420664636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-boat.html' title='Early boat.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6475893321800448199</id><published>2010-11-18T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:35:47.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate event.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Life, heartbeat and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6475893321800448199?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6475893321800448199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6475893321800448199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/11/unfortunate-event.html' title='Unfortunate event.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-1614127040095956896</id><published>2010-09-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:18:11.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasks, ergh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You it is so annoying when u have all the assignments in your hand and exams coming up at the same time. What makes it worst it when you have to submit it all at the same time. It is sooooo exhausting, you have no clue. Erghh, raya la cepaaaaat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-1614127040095956896?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1614127040095956896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1614127040095956896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/09/tasks-ergh.html' title='Tasks, ergh.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6687093979048756616</id><published>2010-08-25T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:22:59.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The holly month has arrived again for 2010. Fasting with new people around me from every part of the country, ah beautiful. Just wish i could fast together with two beautiful ladies that affected me in so many ways, Shaima and Salha. Wishing for old things to get back to normal with old friends, just wanna experience the same feeling that i have been experiencing for the past 4 years. Anyways, break fast at home with family every weekend is just so wonderful. Emptiness is fading away slowly, its really good to feel this way. Home will always be the best place to eat. Usj 4 bazaar is my favorite every year, a few more days to go to try all the food from there. Being a little fleshy AGAIN is my next goal, so lets go qilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6687093979048756616?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6687093979048756616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6687093979048756616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/08/ramadhan-d.html' title='Ramadhan :D'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8929339615010198389</id><published>2010-08-24T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:23:54.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Power misused? Oh yeah we are very famous for that nowadays. Man always think power and money is everything to them in this world, girls are just need for pleasure unless he is a very genuine person. Wake up and smell the coffee boys, woman is leading in today's world and that is something which is tickling their bump. Probably thats why some turn out to be queer and girls turn out to be lesbians, since man are just useless to some girls and some girls are just useless to some man. The question is if man is so much powerful than girls and they can do whatever a girl can do then can a man wear a bra and walk like a normal guy? :) Sadly no but a girl can wear a man's attire but can still walk on the street like a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8929339615010198389?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8929339615010198389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8929339615010198389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/08/power.html' title='Power.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6963579185635816558</id><published>2010-08-24T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T06:24:12.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing yet strange.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amazing, people you feel the happiest with can shut you down in&amp;nbsp;MILLISECONDS. Strange, how people you feel irritated with the most can actually bring a big smile to your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6963579185635816558?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6963579185635816558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6963579185635816558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/08/amazing-people-you-feel-happiest-with.html' title='Amazing yet strange.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7317860918838694682</id><published>2010-06-05T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:08:18.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Out of the blues, u have this guilty, nasty and yucky feeling and split seconds u have this feeling of appreciating everything that has done for you or with you. Being a human, freakiness and psyconess do strike sometimes. Funny, when the last person u think would come across your mind is there on your mind. Am i making sense? I dont know myself. I had dreams of a very old friend of mine. Random, i know but its beautiful. What an experience kan? Dude, u have a person who used to be so close to you and on top of that the person almost experience death of his lifetime. The fear u went through knowing the fact that the person's life is about to be taken away and you cant do anything about it. Fuck, try feeling that. Out of a sudden, u remember people helping you out during your worst time. When you are down or stable. In need of money or run out of money. Sick or well. Okay, i sound like im exchanging wedding vows. Haha, fuck dude. This shit right here got me a little sentimental. Sumpah try weh. Dreams and flashback sama ke? Sama la kan. Haha. Gila doh. What a long night i had. Things like these you dont ask them to come and they come just like that. This shit i tell you, they come as they wish and give the electric shot of your life. That depends though on what flashback u get. Haha, but people dying? Now thats something dude. Remembering people loving you as much as you love them, thats beautiful. Having the coolest and best crowd around you once upon a time, now that definitely put a smile on your face. Duh, involuntary action. Haha. Hey, i just remember something. I've always wanted a gay friend. Sumpah best oh. Well, past is the past. We are supposed to make things better if we fucked it up in the past and fuck it up if things were good in the past. Peeps, dont follow my theory k? Sumpah tunggak terbalik doh if you follow. HAHA. Sumpah nak makaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! I want to eat, i wanna go out to a nice shopping mall and do some shopping man. Ohhh god! Till the next post, see you. Xo's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7317860918838694682?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7317860918838694682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7317860918838694682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/06/flashback.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-763697032680627686</id><published>2010-06-05T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:51:08.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy 19th birthday Aqilah! Dude, I cant believe it's my last year of being a teenager. Anyways, I head home from my college to Subang. Duh, its a freaking routine that i have to go home every week. Fiqah picked me up like always. Then as we reached home, we changed and get ready to meet Nadia up at The Curve. We had dinner at the garden. Fuck, it was some awesome shit man. My favorite part is the fooooooooooooood! Yummy, yeah trust me when i said yummy means yummy! Sedap gila nak mampos weh. And the drinks, comel gila. It was cute. They have crystal rose stirrer. wah gagah sekali! Hahaha. The dessert of the day was cupcakes from wondermilk, yeay thanks to Nadia the fatso! Aw, no no the sweetest part is Danial that tiny little monkey bought me something with his own money at that age. Hey, that is something doh. I find it really cute and fucking sweet. He bought me a top from cotton on. COMEL GILA! I love the top sangat sangat. Kak ami was sweet as well. She gave my birthday present a little late but its cool. Personally, i was a little touched by what she did. She came up to me and gave me 20bucks, fuck dude. Thats really something sweet. Im just happy, didnt feel that for a little while. Bottom line, i love all of them. Weeeeeeeee, i miss dad doh! Hey dad gave me something man. I came to pick danial up and he gave me my pressie. Comel gila. Haha. What a freaky family i tell you. Whatever it is, i love them from top to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-763697032680627686?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/763697032680627686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/763697032680627686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/06/meaningful-one.html' title='Meaningful one.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-320994687294342717</id><published>2010-06-02T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:17:14.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone is playing all the tricks like everything is normal. First, he promised to bring out for shopping and he didn't. Basically the plan is to pissed me off. God, i miss my girlfriends the most at that moment in other words i just want them to be there with me at that time but see, good things will come to an end. Peace. Anyways, i was waiting for that cocoa brown monkey of mine. It was 8pm as he reached home and by the time the car is ready it was about 9.30pm. Fuck, that pisses me off man but its cool. Then went down to subang to my lovely monkey up.We were told to get ready and put on the best dress and make sure we look hot so we did what we were told to do. As usual, blue sequined dress given by someone special was my choice. Everyone is ready so next i didn't know we were supposed to go to mos so we did. Went in, dance here and there. Met aimeen and shera and nicole, uh okay what a small world kan. Haha, had a fucking blast. Then they surprised me with blueberry cheesecake and 2 boxes of pressie. Can you believe that? A box with a pair of Charles and Keith snakeskin heels, AAAAAA! Yeah that was my reaction baby. Haha, no no it didn't stop there. There's another box with a floral dress from topshop, a cute little fan, and stuffs from diva. Fuck, my night was made. The best part of the night was i received birthday messages from people all over the world. That's one and secondly, people who i least expected messaged me. Man that's really sweet and of course from the girls. I missed them, I'm serious! Anyway, we dance like hell then my leg were all bruised up but I'm happy. Weeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-320994687294342717?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/320994687294342717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/320994687294342717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/06/countdown.html' title='The countdown!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3299898593098649042</id><published>2010-05-08T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:41:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes we expect things a little too much. Not everything stay or happen the way it is expected to be or sometimes is totally the opposite. However way, I have learned the hard way. Based on me, i guess everything leaves you at the end of the day. Aha, trust me little kids. First things first, boys they are very good at leaving girls though girls are really good at hurting them emotionally then here comes friends, they too leave you after they are bored or when something happens, finally family members. They will fade away without you realizing the fact that they are going away and never coming back. Then after that u wake up one morning and see everything around you is actually physically gone. what happened?! Tak tahuuu. And that's the day, you are going to get a tight bitch slap on your face and realized that you have done something really bad or someone has done something to you or both. Bottom line sweetheart, people leave. Period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lets countdown together! 13 more days to go. Ohh and lets countdown together for my final exam. Another 6 more freaking torturing weeks to go. :D Just smile and wave boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3299898593098649042?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3299898593098649042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3299898593098649042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/05/expectations.html' title='Expectations.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-2551437957354724059</id><published>2010-04-22T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T05:21:33.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouchable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess its true, dont trust anyone else but yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You cantjust go withoutholding me, its just not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-2551437957354724059?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2551437957354724059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2551437957354724059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/04/untouchable.html' title='Untouchable'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-300462311785843504</id><published>2010-04-21T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:18:52.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain crasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;EXAM. Sucks kan? Tell me about it, Accounting II yesterday was do-able and it is do-able when you dont sleep the whole night revising shit. Finance exam is tmr. I dont know jack shit about finance. May god be with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I really miss you, i know time changes things, me and you. I still need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-300462311785843504?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/300462311785843504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/300462311785843504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/04/brain-crasher.html' title='Brain crasher'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-1663179013845619158</id><published>2010-04-02T06:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:06:20.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question mark.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is there any such things as positive indirect message? People nowdays have different perception, i guess modern era has lead their mind&amp;nbsp;into something else. Everything has to be said straight and clear. What happen to indirect messages? They are intepreted wrongly.I dont understand why. Life isnt that exciting anymore, yes i guess so. Peace, im not here to fight but to make peace and keep everyone happy by putting a sweet smile on their face.Thats all and thats about it. You like it or not, up to you but thats my clear intentions. My intentions are straight not trying to hustle or trying to get something from anyone, its plain straight. Period. :D Im happy with my principle and walah im living my life straight no belok belok with just the way it is. :D&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-1663179013845619158?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1663179013845619158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1663179013845619158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-three-any.html' title='Question mark.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8647430228225586323</id><published>2010-03-31T03:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:24:37.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/S7JOj35NS4I/AAAAAAAAALM/Q2IiQeHHth4/s1600/26122_369925566841_623931841_3630293_7028138_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/S7JOj35NS4I/AAAAAAAAALM/Q2IiQeHHth4/s320/26122_369925566841_623931841_3630293_7028138_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I love you fufu. Haha. Thank you for being there for me all these days. Appreciate it from the bottom of my bump. Miss you ding dong. I miss my freaking black saga too so pls bring it back to me pls. I need it, patah kaki ok takde saga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; That night was the best. Haven't got the time to party like that night and that too for you and i hope you enjoyed it. U looked pretty happy. Gendut! Sila datang amik saya secepat yang mungkin, saya rindu awak. Terima kasih :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8647430228225586323?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8647430228225586323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8647430228225586323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/03/bomb.html' title='The bomb'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/S7JOj35NS4I/AAAAAAAAALM/Q2IiQeHHth4/s72-c/26122_369925566841_623931841_3630293_7028138_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8529896816665148149</id><published>2010-03-30T18:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:27:42.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah gagah sekali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aghlaaa! Its been awhile kan? Last week suffered from high like freaking high fever and now suffering from period pain. Punishment for what? Tak tahu. Anyways, those things can be handle la. Had a very nice outing with mum last weekend. Haven't had that pleasure of shopping in awhile. HAPPY GILA NAK MAMPOS. New shoes and tops and rings. Later we had dinner at Bubba Gump. I miss that place but now its empty not as fun as it used to be. They have even hired new workers, sumpah tak best sbb tak kenal. Wah gagah sekali. They recruit more locals than foreigner this time. Biggie is taking over the floor now as a host, he was also our personal entertainer for the night and server. Multitasker doh. After that, sent food to daddy. Miss him like hell, i was happy like beyond happy when i saw him. Aw beautiful memory. Tears were about to roll down his eyes but he holds it up cs he just doesn't want to show us his sorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To you my dear, I love you so much. I am always here for you no matter what despite any trouble or consequences you may ever get out of this. Not even a bit i don't miss you or forget you. You are always here kept in my small little heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah whatever, qilah and emotional got to go. HAHA. OMFG, have you ever tried galaxie chocolates? You should try it, its heaven. You will literally fly when you get your first bite. After that first bite of yrs, try bounty. It'll make your world go round and round. Ohh and then meatball. Wah sedap kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Reality check. Have you ever found someone who spend most of his personal time in front of the mirror? Well i do. Exactly right after he got up from his bed, before he enters the toilet, once he gets out from the toilet, before he leaves the room, time pass. The question is what exactly is he looking at in the mirror? Checking out himself and strictly emphasizes on biceps, triceps and love handles. COMEL GILA and it actually tickles your bump and that too gets on your very last nerve. A very self obsessed person, despite all that you can always see the softer side of a person. He actually looked at you for what you are. A simple glimpse and everything about me from top to toe is registered into his mind. Impressive? People out here literally rape me with their eyes but him? He notices the tiniest things on me. People stare at bodies with negative thoughts in their mind but he notices my eyes and not my tits. He gets out from the toilet and saw me sleeping. Any random person would come up to me and do macam macam. No he didn't instead he sat down beside me and watches me sleeping and just stare at me for hours. Pretended to be asleep when caught watching me sleeping, haha comel kan? Prepare a hot waterbag for no reason but just because i was all over the bed. It was just a bad dream but he thought i was having tummy ache. Drive me here and there and trying to make things possible for me. Just for me despite anything. Ah lovely. Thank you for showing me the real world and help me find myself back on the right direction on the right foundation. It don't matter whether you are black or white. HAHA. You will always be my baby penguin. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My fair charming knight, you will always be remembered for the good times we had. I am going to miss every minute even seconds of it. We had our fun and moment of truth. Glad to say i appreciate the decision you have come up with. Beautiful and positive idea. Couldn't go through my holidays without your companion. I know for a fact you won't forget me and i will definitely remember you for whatever we have shared. Good times, i love you i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Im truly very sorry though sorry is never enough nowadays. I appreciate whatever thoughts and opinions that have been thrown straight to my face. I really want to explain every possible part of what actually is going on but i guess time is keeping us away. Will definitely catch up with whatever is happening around me starting from now. Never forget whatever that was done for me and appreciated to the core. Im tired and so over this, just get over one another already and just get back to each other can we? I miss you we serious tak tipu. Obviously, you meant something to me though i am always missing in action. I love you girls, really i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Woah walawey! This is what you get when i visit my blog back. Everything will be expressed in such long paragraphs. HAHA. Gotta let it out yaw. Keep people updated and shit. Haha, i love life. Isn't life a gamble? Throws in something you'll get something else in return. Interesting kan? Tell me about it. Unexpected events happens so do unfortunate events. But its all good in the hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8529896816665148149?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8529896816665148149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8529896816665148149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/03/wah-gagah-sekali.html' title='Wah gagah sekali!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8403930353865003220</id><published>2010-02-17T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:15:27.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aghlaaa!</title><content type='html'>Apparently, some of my words on my blog has offended a few readers. Well, im really sorry but as i have set it straight no names mentioned earlier. Lets clear the air peeps, to my friends back in legenda im sorry for whatever shit i have done and thank you so much for my new title and that is miss twist and turn. I appreciate it, really i do. Although its not a good thing but u guys still notice something that u guys take it as a quality in myself. Just to set it all clear since you girls didnt want to talk it out so i guess this is the best way for me to explain my part. Well, in my point of view i really think i have done nothing to any of u girls. Sincerely saying i didnt talk or comment anything about you kimmy with any negative intentions. For fiza, thanks if u appreciate all the things that i have done to you. To fifa, i think it makes us look childish if we want to comment things on blog right? I have nothing against you. To tyra, lagi la tkde pa pe doh. Bottom line, u girls want me to stay away so im staying away and please do the same thing too. I just want a peaceful holiday, thats all. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8403930353865003220?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8403930353865003220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8403930353865003220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/02/aghlaaa.html' title='Aghlaaa!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-5872840756495671632</id><published>2010-02-08T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:48:47.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm</title><content type='html'>I am finally having my holiday! YEAY! I SOO need a break from all that dramatic shit. Useless bitches. HAHA. Anyway, its time for me to catch up with my lovely true friends. They have always been the best. In terms of fashion, wohoo cant ask for any other. HEHE. Dah kembang plak nnti my friends. Been missing in action for awhile though, however, qilah is back. After exams and sickening situation, she is actually back. :D Cant imagine myself going back there but for future sake i have to force myself man. NOT FAIR! Ohhhh, how i wish money grow on tree. In desperately need of fulus. 3 more weeks to go. Apa lagi holiday ah enjoy2. HAHA. Looking forward to hang out my girls this coming weeks. Loveeeeeee you girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-5872840756495671632?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5872840756495671632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5872840756495671632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/02/hm.html' title='Hm'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3036201939202840636</id><published>2010-01-02T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:19:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As i learn</title><content type='html'>Today's exprience, adventurous! Yes, a picnic getaway with my lovely girls. They are not as lovely as normal humans lovely. HAHA. They are kecoh yet happening type of lovely if you know what im saying. :D Dahla sesat pastu kecoh gila lg with makcik Shigim kat depan as our signboard reader and Farhana as the tour guide, Denise plak driver yg gila tiba2 buat stunt plak ngn keta, Lea was the little voice from the side yg tk hbs2 complain lapar like she is the only one je and me the Monster :D Aku kebas sume makanan, as usual la i kan pemakan utama. Im the main carnivore. Ahahah. Cyberpark tu mcm kat hujung dunia ok nak smpai. Finally when we reached there it was dark already. In the end picnic in the car near pappa rich and people were looking at us like we are freaks which we do look like one. Tapi best gila nak mati! Em lain kali picnic kat tpt jauh2 lagi ok kawan2? Saya sangat teruja dgn pengalaman pada hari ini iaitu sesat :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you girls too much, Xo's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3036201939202840636?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3036201939202840636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3036201939202840636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-i-learn.html' title='As i learn'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6109160536937950661</id><published>2010-01-02T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:10:24.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I feel empty, this is the first you are really out of my sight. Never thought this day would happen. I will always love you even after what you did to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6109160536937950661?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6109160536937950661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6109160536937950661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2010/01/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7927927429468241696</id><published>2009-12-28T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:17:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wohooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>Girls, thank you for coming back to me. Needed your company. Aha new year coming up, apa nak buat. Tak tahuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Saya sangat sangat MIA sekarang ye di Subang. Itu saya tahu tapi saya sangat busy di nilai. Sorry kawan2. Ye saya sangat skema sekarang. Hahaha. To shigim, i feel sorry for you but everything will be ok. And to denise, glad everything is getting better for you, i guess its worth the wait kan. 5 months? Woah lama tp worth it. And me?! God knows what is going to happen to me. I hope new year will be a better and wealthier year for me. Ye pls emphasize on the wealth tu ye. Aha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7927927429468241696?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7927927429468241696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7927927429468241696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/wohooooooooooo.html' title='Wohooooooooooo!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7721229703547942500</id><published>2009-12-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:10:42.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE?</title><content type='html'>:l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7721229703547942500?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7721229703547942500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7721229703547942500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/love.html' title='LOVE?'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7421663137329543185</id><published>2009-12-08T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:28:12.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tough week! Holidays is coming to an end. Can't believe im in the 3rd sem, wohoo! My last sem for my foundation and then hnd  all the way bebeh. Woah, been running away to a few states lately. But hell yeah, penang was the best man! The food was so much better than chocolates :D sweet sour crab, butter prawn, mix veggie and steamed fish. Walaaaaaaaaawey! Sedap gila babi nak mati nak mampos heaven gila ok! And then before that was melaka. The cube club was superb. Finally get to get my stress off from all those shits with the best clubbing accompany with me by my side so bestlaaa. Haaa next was pd! Port dickson! Yeaaaahh, fiza and amar was there. The beach was ok, we chose the right spot fir that night and we also walked around. It was the bomb! After that melaka again, then i realized that melaka is such a cute place. It is soo classic, i know i know i am lame but wtf i didnt go to melaka since i was 12 years old kot so give me a break la bodoh. HAHA. And now back to nilai la kan. Start college life as usual. Short sem so lagi banyak benda nak belajar in such short period of time. Funny thing is, i got the same lecturer again. Mr Brian, the assessor and also my lecturer, AGAIN! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some people just cant get over their past and they choose to run around and over their past, i tell you this honey if you dont move on you will start a war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7421663137329543185?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7421663137329543185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7421663137329543185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/12/signage.html' title='Signage'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6032014907701671931</id><published>2009-11-18T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:53:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What a wonderful day?! Everyday i dream of having starbucks coffee every morning, and then swim for an hour simply to get fit, and then continue with everyday life routine and the next thing i know its just a dream i get everyday. Haha. If only every Malaysian girl's activity is as such then I am glad to be one. Ok cut the crap. Reality check, I sleep and eat every half an hour?! Partially true, I do eat and sleep all the time but not every half an hour. I get extra extra extra sleep nowdays as before this I am lack of sleep. Haha, the world is spinning the other way round. Oh my Dior, I totally miss my friends! Weh cepat la habis cuti can? 2 weeks of holidays best, can never ask for better but its the boredom that is killing me. Everyday watching tv while eating chocolate chip cookies tapi tak gemok gemok pn. Unhealthy ada la tapi tak gemok. Fed up gila kot. And speaking of missing friends, im not missing you at all bitch! Haha, in fact nobody misses you. Tu la jahat lg now no one igt kat you. Not to say what but its true. Bahahahaha. Again, im off sleep and will be having the same beautiful dream again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6032014907701671931?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6032014907701671931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6032014907701671931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/stretching.html' title='Stretching.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-5652919401687915330</id><published>2009-11-16T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:22:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 days!</title><content type='html'>Yeaaaaahhhh final exam is finally over! Now off for holidays! 21 days without Nilai/college friends i can die, i tell you. As its a big OFF for college friends, now its a big On for my subang friends. I miss them like hell. I've been MIA for quite a bit. Sorry peeps, u know i love you. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-5652919401687915330?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5652919401687915330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5652919401687915330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/11/21-days.html' title='21 days!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3460691436224564856</id><published>2009-10-25T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:26:25.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you seen anyone such symmetrical face? Woah, i'm impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNGUqilAdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XQaRnmB6I0M/s1600-h/tumblr_krmgwp0QJu1qzaiz5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNGUqilAdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XQaRnmB6I0M/s200/tumblr_krmgwp0QJu1qzaiz5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396234099350634962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNGUUvUVwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FU7JBJI1nm8/s1600-h/tumblr_krmgwcrE7Z1qzaiz5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNGUUvUVwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FU7JBJI1nm8/s200/tumblr_krmgwcrE7Z1qzaiz5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396234093498488578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3460691436224564856?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3460691436224564856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3460691436224564856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/woah.html' title='Woah.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNGUqilAdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XQaRnmB6I0M/s72-c/tumblr_krmgwp0QJu1qzaiz5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-2209510131336196204</id><published>2009-10-25T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:07:16.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaw wide open!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNBWpd-cgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MKMBwj9gBj4/s1600-h/04M62VNAV_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNBWpd-cgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MKMBwj9gBj4/s200/04M62VNAV_normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396228635864494594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMAGA! I obsessed gila doh dgn baju ni! Sumpah tk tipu. When i first saw this dress, it was in navy blue and i straight away cant take my eyes of this baby. Aw, we are so meant to be together. This is what im searching for ok dr dulu. Cibai ni, i have to have it. :D Long sleeve, full sequin and in navy blue. C'mon who doesnt want it kan? Trust me, im burning every piece of stock in Topshop if i cant buy this precious little thing so no one can wear it. AHAHA. Yes, i won't bite you if i see you wearing this dress i'll just strip you down naked and take this baby away with me :p up for my game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-2209510131336196204?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2209510131336196204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2209510131336196204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaw-wide-open.html' title='Jaw wide open!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SuNBWpd-cgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MKMBwj9gBj4/s72-c/04M62VNAV_normal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3465466215522135218</id><published>2009-10-25T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:58:29.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Azeeta Alvina! Hahaha, bak kata kwn2 bubu, bapok siap. Hahaha, she is a hell of a gossiper! Dayyyuuummm, i miss you la weh. Come Subang la, please get out from your Puncak Alam once in a while boleh tak? Lemas aku la you duduk sana lama lama. Omg! Remember shisha, nyqad and Ismail Khan? Ha jeng jeng jeng. Hahahhahahaha. Ha senang cite dtg blk college boleh tk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubu! Ha ni selalu jumpa tp rindu jgak. Ohhh OMG, thank you so much for that day! I can't believe you really drove up to Mantin bodoh tu just to see me. Im happy and I APPRECIATE SGT! No one ever did that for me okay! Thank you so much! I love you bebeh! If only Zeeta live nearby your hse, I'm sure she could join us but apparently she lives in Puncak Alam. Haha. Ok gossip kena igt ok! You have to tell me hot story tu. And jgn gedik sgt mcm monyet kat tpt kerja baru tu ok? I know your secret in the pantry. AHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you guys, love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3465466215522135218?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3465466215522135218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3465466215522135218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/mia.html' title='MIA!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3260649935806037483</id><published>2009-10-25T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:59:43.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pfft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, you don't go around and tell people that i mean a lot to you and the next thing i know you are bitching around about me. WTF, cant come clean is it? No balls?! I guess so. And then later come to me and ask me some pathetic questions, talking some bullshits and say oh why dah tk rapat suma. Eh pegila mampos kau, dah kutuk aku nak mcm pukimak plak. Bla bla, menyusahkan hidup je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, why be my friend when u hate me? Why waste my time and your time? Stupid bullcocks ah suma ni. Being all sorry for me la apa la bullshit. Being nice, helpful and everything next thing i know you didnt do it cause u mean it or you are being truthful but because you are just jealous. Org kampung mmg ah mcm ni. I guess she really take this one English saying seriously kot, fucking pathetic kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm tired of fake promises. Can you just do what u promised? Is it that hard? Eh c'mon la weh, what am i to you? Told you not to promise before kan, gatal nak jugak. Now give me high hopes and then crash it into a piece of shit. Wtf, how am I going to trust you. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please get me out of these dramatic shits. I can be friends with my current girlfriends now why can't i be ok with them? Haha, npk sgt diorg kampung gila nak mati ok! If tere is something wrong about me then why i still have my friends that i have now kan? Fuck la weh. Bgg plak i kan. Ergh can you annoying bitches stay away from my life. Oh you know what, i am always right about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tudung girls &lt;/span&gt;who live outside CIVILIZED area la kan. Most of them are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CULTURE SHOCKED&lt;/span&gt;! Ha amik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3260649935806037483?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3260649935806037483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3260649935806037483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/pfft.html' title='pfft.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-2942934335703001058</id><published>2009-10-18T12:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:18:09.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely envy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Stqkz8pAS6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/NJ5-qj3vWcQ/s1600-h/zooeydeschanel_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Stqkz8pAS6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/NJ5-qj3vWcQ/s200/zooeydeschanel_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393804716087987106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/StqkouwhoOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dXnKwiDkIj8/s1600-h/zooey-deschanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/StqkouwhoOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/dXnKwiDkIj8/s200/zooey-deschanel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393804523382874338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok i know she is silly yet charming in a way and also cute, why boyf has to be so obsess with you? Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/StqetqQSELI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TNSD_LVuZ2I/s1600-h/500daysposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/StqetqQSELI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TNSD_LVuZ2I/s320/500daysposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393798011003474098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a cute movie, seriously. Gila realistic, its not like other movies that promises bullshit or pretend that love shit thing really happen. Hampeh. Anyway, while watching this movie kan boyf syok gila k tgk zooey deschanel dia tu while i was busy checking out the hero of the movie. Haha. Dua2 sama je but i wasn't as bad as him ok! He reacts to every single shot of zooey. Gila tk boleh duduk diam every time he sees zooey's shots. Over gila boyf gedik aku ni tau. Serious gedik gila. I pn sama but not as over as boyf. Actually Joseph Gordon-Levitt isn't so bad, he is as charming and as cute as zooey. He is surely my new eye candy :p I know his face before but i just don't know his name. HAHA. What a fan, pfft. Ohh and he looks like Heath Ledger, not entirely la but there is resemblance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/StqiTgQrXqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nosWX-_hfwY/s1600-h/joseph_gordon_levitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/StqiTgQrXqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nosWX-_hfwY/s320/joseph_gordon_levitt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393801959690690210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Stqi3MggH0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ohYeyRuHCBk/s1600-h/p2LMzSrAvoe8niudvTrRd5Vio1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Stqi3MggH0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ohYeyRuHCBk/s200/p2LMzSrAvoe8niudvTrRd5Vio1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393802572863643458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He is my new obsession, :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok, his face is symmetrical omg gila hot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-2942934335703001058?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2942934335703001058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2942934335703001058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/10/rivalry.html' title='Definitely envy.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Stqkz8pAS6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/NJ5-qj3vWcQ/s72-c/zooeydeschanel_011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-2086046952446266378</id><published>2009-09-14T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:13:55.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raya is finally here everyone! YES, my favorite part of every year. Its the chance to indulge in traditional food and desserts. Pineapple tarts have always been my favorite kuih eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer :D Oh and definitely mummy's rendang ayam, IRRESISTIBLE. They day before raya, everyone are busy preparing their house with the latest design of curtains while others are busy cooking their favorite raya dishes and some are busy polishing and cleaning whatever that should be done. Mine did all of the above :D Oh my mum even light up her new colorful little light bulbs in the balcony. Yeah, she was so excited about it. Sadly, we didn't bake any dessert this year cause there are so many kuih till there is not enough place to put in all the kuih. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, then raya comes! As usual, first day of raya i was all excited to put on my new baju raya, who doesn't? :D My theme this year is green. The next thing i know, my aunt&amp;amp;family came by for salam raya. Wohoo, duit raya ni paling sukaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Best gila ok! That is my only source to SHOP! And the only chance to feel, own and have such amount if money. Yeah money speaks when it comes to fashion. Ececeh. Ahaha oh and for sure orang-orang tua mmg sgt penuh dgn emosi so kaum-kaum ibu mesti nangis which i hate to get all emotional and stuff. Whatever raya la weh. So next stop was, grandmother's house in kj. Aha ni kecoh gila with all my loud and psycho uncles&amp;amp;aunts, hm can u imagine, mcm nak roboh rumah. Lepas tu dapat lg duit raya! I like! Sums up all your happy moments in a particular year, I'm positive that Raya is the only time where you share, extremely enjoy, loudly laugh, forgive and even forget all the past and start fresh with almost everyone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selamat hari raya maaf zahir batin to everyone, sorry for whatever i said or done that might hurt you in any possible ways. It was done unintentionally or unnoticeable. Enjoy your raya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-2086046952446266378?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2086046952446266378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2086046952446266378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-eid-day.html' title='Happy Eid Day!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-8609678590870167868</id><published>2009-09-06T06:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T07:51:46.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Sept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mid-term exam is killing my time. Damn, so many things to write and update in such little space with everything jumbled up. First things first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Happy 24th Birthday Fat-gone-thin sista! May god bless you and may all the handsome and rich guys just as you wish fall for you :) Hope you like everything, the celebration and the pressies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pictures are not available at the moment to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba Gump is the venue for yaya's birthday this year! Marvelous food&amp;amp;beverages, as usual. At a moment, it feels like a reunion. Haha. Managers and friends were there. Ohh and handsome General Manager, Edgar was there too. Haha. Almost all the managers changed their hairstyles. Weird right? Anyways anyhow, they looked awesome as always. Deva, the chicken-little impersonator was our host for tonight. He is the PR Manager, what do u expect right? HAHA. OH and Mr Biggy was there too. The big tough chef who loves to dance. Oh, V&amp;amp;Mahen are still working in Bubba Gump. Lama gilaa weh! Happy to see them. Oh and as usual, the dessert was on the house. Thank you generous managers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mid-term Exam :&lt;br /&gt;- the reason why I am sick today&lt;br /&gt;- the reason to my sleeping disorder nowadays&lt;br /&gt;- my one and only distraction from food&lt;br /&gt;- i can't wait for my results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buka and sahur in Mantin was a new thing to be added to my memory card. HAHA. Practically a new experience for me! Wohoo. Buka with totally new people at a new different place. Nilai have bazaars too, you know. Price wise, MURAH GILA WEH! Variety wise, i prefer Subang maybe cause I am use to the foods here but they sell more drinks that food in Nilai. The same drink plk tu. I can see Tebu everywhere and at almost every store. Hmmph. Oh &amp;amp; its my first time eating mee rebus with a combination of mee and mee hoon. Tasty? Yucks. Actually the kuah was sedap but the mee hoon was a total spoiler. Later for sahur, we went out to Abu Ali. Can you believe it? I meet another person who can speak Hindi. Ni aku suka ni! HAHA. Weird as it is, this guy is a Pakistani but he is wroking at a shop full of Arabs even the owner is an Arab guy but he was hired and he is still working there. Peeeeeeeelik! Whatever, i have a Hindi buddy! Ni buat aku lg suka ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow's berbuka puasa with boyf has been canceled. Mums just love to give their children late notice kaaaan? Suka buat anak cancel plan tiba-tiba. Aku dah bengang dah ni. Haha. Its okay boyf, we'll go on Monday if possible :D I have been booked for the whole week next week. All buka puasa plans. I haven't spend my buka puasa time with my friends yet, my dearest dummies : Shigim, Denise, Azaelea, Farhana and Teng. Farhana and Teng have gone missing to i dont know where. Shigim, Denise and Azaelea are just waiting for me to finish my exam. HAHA. Pity them, they have to wait. Sorry rakan-rakan! Ohh and definitely, Bubu&amp;amp;Zeeta. The coolest people bebeh. Obviously, with boyf again. Actually as many time as possible pn tkpe, lagi best! Lastly, with Bofy's friends :D Yahoo. 2 more weeks to Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Can't wait for that. Everybody get to taste all the good food and dessert. Ahhhhh can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Weh, im still awake can? Since 2.30pm on 5th September till now 7.30am on 6th September. Can somebody tell me what the hell is wrong with me. Apa kejadah ni, insomnia ke apa. Aku dah stress dah ni! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kawan-kawan, rindulah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-8609678590870167868?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8609678590870167868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/8609678590870167868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/09/5th-sept.html' title='5th Sept'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7921475656716052909</id><published>2009-08-26T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:44:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One after another. Should i call it a good or bad thing? Assignments for every subject is given at the same time and the submission date are just a week apart from each other. Tests keep coming in between. STRESS AKU STRESS! Thanks to my wonderful laptop, my half-dead-brain and energy-less  body, i managed to finish  2 of my assignments already. I'M GLAD! 2 more to go.  Mid term coming in a week time. I got test tomorrow. Who the hell set their tests at night? And it is at 7pm. Its the time where Muslims break their fast. Common la weh! And the sad part is, i have to stay back. Damn. Starting to feel uncomfortable sleeping at my hostel. Shit i don't want to stay. Missing boyf! Ohh i had fun with Shigim and Syamil. We were wet as in soaking wet at the bazaar while buying food for buka. It was raining heavily. Lama gila tk rasa mcm tu. I used to run in the rain with Shigim. Sounds stupid tp best gila ok! I was freezing in the car plus the aircond lg. BEKU AKU! Haha. The effect of walking in the rain is that now im feeling extra dizzy. Hmm. Till i update again! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sayangggggg! Bila mau balik, kangen bangat sama lu!&lt;br /&gt;Shigim, thanks pinjamkan duit.:D&lt;br /&gt;Syamil, YOU nakal dgn Shigim, i TAKUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7921475656716052909?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7921475656716052909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7921475656716052909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday-d.html' title='Wednesday :D'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-5510966126459475005</id><published>2009-08-22T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:52:37.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan is here again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selamat berpuasa di bulan Ramadhan! Yes, the sacred month is here again. A whole new year with a whole new fasting exprience to all of us. Wohoo. And the BEST part is bazaar ramadhan! Both traditional and modern cuisines are up for sale. Yeah, fooooooood! I loike! Enjoy your fasting month ladies and gentlemen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Selamat berbuaka puasa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-5510966126459475005?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5510966126459475005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5510966126459475005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-is-here-again.html' title='Ramadhan is here again!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-5635913619385159148</id><published>2009-08-12T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:25:12.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can see dust all over my blog, yeah its been months i didnt update my blog. How the hell is that right? No time bebeh. I've been fucking sick last week. I tell you, three days straight at home made me a psycho monster. So when i was feeling better, Shigim came over to my house cause she had problem at home. Waterless home. Haha. Yes her house was running out of water. Is that even possible in Tanamera? Hm. Later went to mcd drive thru, not once but twice and even better the second time we went there we had to make a big turn from usj 17 back to ss15. Fat little brother had to keep his big round tummy in action. Oh, Shigim dont mind my sister's car. She drives like fucking crazy, that is why her car is full of scratches and lines. Well, it was fun as always when it comes to spending time with my friends :D If Denise was there, haaa lagi kecoh nanti dalam kereta tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative effects of the above activity :&lt;br /&gt;- My temperature rose up after eating vanilla sundae&lt;br /&gt;- My mum was mad at me for eating sundae when im not suppose to&lt;br /&gt;- I didnt go for class for the whole week, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Denise. I hate you for having a cool myvi with usb player. Damn you! Im going to have one in my car too! AHAHA, i wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting yesterday was wtf. I came in late, however the girl who sat beside me was questioned and scolded. HAHA. I guess my lecturer have a very unique way of expressing his anger. 2 hours of accounting, woah tiring bro. Oh and i skipped my statistics quiz and head back to Subang equals to Ah my reality heaven! :D I was fighting with my nerve cell throughout the journey. I psycho myself not to sleep on the road. I actually kinda doze off for about 20seconds when i was driving at 120km per hour. HAHA. Nasib umur aku panjang kalau tidak, im dead and goneee! Funny right, NOT. Children please dont practise what i did at home. HAHA. I still have my body and brain, thank god :D Its a good exprience doh. Oh and i met Shigim and Syamil on my way home. Hm wonder what they are doing. Syamil seems happy now with college life in Segi. He keep bragging about girls and Shigim was holding a highlighter trying to resist Syamil's presence and study for her mid term today. Later met Azaelea and Chris. Well, i had to help Lea with her assignments. Interesting assignments :p Cool story weh! Brilliant Azman! HAHA. Its about a cute ordinary guy who wanted to borrow a geek's car by taking her out to dinner. Guess who am i in this story. Im the freaking GEEK. I hate you Lea but we managed to do it. Wohoo. Guess who is the guy. HAHAhA. What a guy. Tiring, it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wehh good luck for your mid term! Couldn't wish you cause im busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time to wake this morning. Im too tired, mentally and physically. I got test tomorrow, bloody hell Accounting 1 and quiz for Basic Management. I hate my basic management's lecturer. Shes pregnant! So you know how pregnant ladies and their hormones can be. Annoying, im not kidding you and hell yeah fucking strict like bullcock. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;First, her way of teaching is boring. All she does is just read out everything from the slides and its the same as what we read in the text book.&lt;br /&gt;Second, Her class is either early in the morning or later in the afternoon. Why can't she choose somewhere in between?&lt;br /&gt;Third, strict like fuck. I guess her pregnant hormones.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, she is fussy when it comes to assignment and giving scores. NOT COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the passing freaking marks for her quiz is 15%. Guess how many people pass for her quiz each year? Only 1% of her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is killing every nerve in my body! The subject itself is boring plus she is making it boring-errrr. Assignments are due next week. Submission for all assignments, repeat, ALL is next week. How am I going to do that? Crazy right? I have another test next week. Thank god the lecturer is kind towards me so I have nothing against him. HAHA. I am still thinking how am i going to finish all my assignments. I guess i dont have to sleep la kot. Mcm aku boleh! If only I have a time machine at home. Cool eh? Haha. Yes berangan. Mid term next month! Aaaaaa, scream along with me everybody! My surroundings is making me go woot woot, crazy. Mantin is definitely the main factor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Friends, pls come here and SAVE me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Boyf, missing you bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-5635913619385159148?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5635913619385159148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5635913619385159148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/08/triple-b.html' title='Triple B.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7245237805495471250</id><published>2009-07-21T14:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:31:27.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVsxenCEDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UGu93JkPvvM/s1600-h/CQTMBgm74pmm0weaulfpEBZno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVsxenCEDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UGu93JkPvvM/s320/CQTMBgm74pmm0weaulfpEBZno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360810528740610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Studded Fade Blue Skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVn0fPSaYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Uwhdr8g6fVE/s1600-h/yP6B5CVIWps0nqo53QYdUZdgo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVn0fPSaYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Uwhdr8g6fVE/s320/yP6B5CVIWps0nqo53QYdUZdgo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805082890922370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Military Jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVn0Jm5aPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5w9qHnxrURc/s1600-h/Qhc93VtT5p8jsv2wBWyUtV0qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVn0Jm5aPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5w9qHnxrURc/s320/Qhc93VtT5p8jsv2wBWyUtV0qo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805077084367090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tribal Skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVnzzT5hcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZwOIFaiXrHc/s1600-h/CQTMBgm74puwxlourSvEC9RRo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVnzzT5hcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZwOIFaiXrHc/s320/CQTMBgm74puwxlourSvEC9RRo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805071099102658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Floral Bandage Dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVnzz2DQZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wgV7yMALbus/s1600-h/Qhc93VtT5pjjalq5vtUisYoRo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVnzz2DQZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wgV7yMALbus/s320/Qhc93VtT5pjjalq5vtUisYoRo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805071242346898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Studded Blazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVq1Cs63VI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5cwADJTjdj8/s1600-h/CQTMBgm74pnqq1remizEdmqco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVq1Cs63VI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5cwADJTjdj8/s320/CQTMBgm74pnqq1remizEdmqco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360808390945332562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glitter top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVrtj43LJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fNWVNPApisE/s1600-h/Qhc93VtT5oka0x9reIHpBpCGo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVrtj43LJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fNWVNPApisE/s320/Qhc93VtT5oka0x9reIHpBpCGo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360809361926466706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acid Wash Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVsH7msiEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sGST73pGXjM/s1600-h/Qhc93VtT5ok9xrhxVppLUGiEo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVsH7msiEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sGST73pGXjM/s320/Qhc93VtT5ok9xrhxVppLUGiEo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360809814969321538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Latex Skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;If only wishes are given to me, certainly i would wish for these babies. Dying to have them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7245237805495471250?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7245237805495471250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7245237805495471250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/must-have.html' title='Must Have!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmVsxenCEDI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UGu93JkPvvM/s72-c/CQTMBgm74pmm0weaulfpEBZno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-5715366510739099563</id><published>2009-07-21T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:30:04.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Snap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Couldn't stop myself from hating that place. Damn. Im still here, creating my own holidays as always. I extend my holiday period till god knows when. As much as i want to leave home, I still couldn't find a place in this freaking stone cold heart to go back. Aiyo. I think my heart needs an acid wash. Regain everything, reset everything to normal and work myself out like a normal person who knows nothing but to have fun :D. YOU WISH! Ohhhh my next moto is REUSE! Yeah I am technically broke, like broke, BROKE but im dying to have denim shorts. Im out of shorts, Shigim, she knows why! Damn her. Haha. Soooo what i did is i cut off my old pants and fold the bottom part of it and there you go, I have myself a pair of denim shorts!I know DIY is always cool but i just don't have the time plus buying is so much easier! Right? Im so bored! All i do is look through pictures and fashion icons and bla bla. I wonder what time Denise and Shigim finish class today. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/s: Boyf, good luck! All the best today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-5715366510739099563?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5715366510739099563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5715366510739099563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-snap.html' title='Oh, Snap!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7865129053828647968</id><published>2009-07-19T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:53:03.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready, Boots?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmM1wc9GPbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jda7rHAQCEM/s1600-h/little_boots_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmM1wc9GPbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jda7rHAQCEM/s320/little_boots_hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360187088023469490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he next La Roux? The new British electropop singer, Little Boots. At first i thought its Sienna Miller, NOT! First glance maybe. Haha. Check out the new song, New in Town. I loike! Obviously, style counts. Its her 70's fashion style that got me paused for a moment. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmM39iigBwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Eoonz5U42qg/s1600-h/F8A1CAE883CD3035917AF28FB322BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmM39iigBwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Eoonz5U42qg/s320/F8A1CAE883CD3035917AF28FB322BC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360189511884080898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmNAbpeTt8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/7qeBbn2ooTM/s1600-h/littleboots_tomoxley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmNAbpeTt8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/7qeBbn2ooTM/s320/littleboots_tomoxley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360198825234642882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmNA7UTTx0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/d3GARPN8-kU/s1600-h/l_83b8a24653334abab6580b14ba0d6c24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmNA7UTTx0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/d3GARPN8-kU/s320/l_83b8a24653334abab6580b14ba0d6c24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360199369307178818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vi&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ctoria Christina Henketh, the singer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with extra interest with disco balls :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7865129053828647968?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7865129053828647968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7865129053828647968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-ready-boots.html' title='Are You Ready, Boots?'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SmM1wc9GPbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jda7rHAQCEM/s72-c/little_boots_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6881040514476844810</id><published>2009-07-19T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:24:43.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When future speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank god that holidays is ending, a step away from home is what i really need now. Second semester is starting from next week onwards. A freaking 4 months journey to finish SEVEN of brain cracking, nerve wrecking, jaw dropping and what so ever negative feeling u can feel right now, subjects. I'm serious, no joke! Seven, i repeat, SEVEN! The amount of subjects itself freaks the hell out of me. Registered receipt was attached with another paper containing a list of the seven subjects was passed over to me. Boyf wanted to laugh out loud, only if that action is allowed to do so in that registration room, when he saw all the subjects that i must go through. The only action i was hoping to be allowed in the room is if i could choke him to death and bring him back to live. One voice is being played over and over again in my mind, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW AM I GOING TO HANDLE AND PASS ALL THE SUBJECTS?!&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't find any answer for that until i was given a choice whether to reduce the subjects or carry on. Obviously the second one, DUH! Since unfortunate event happens, the person in charged for me to discuss this problem with is busy with one foreign student. If it was a minute or two i can definitely wait BUT i waited for one hour plus! Its unacceptable! Even my stomach was growling like a freaking hot pot so we went back to Subang. Thank god boyf is around so he can do the driving and i can do the sight seeing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh forgot to mention, some people are just so damn rude. If your job requires you to be friendly to anyone or communicate politely with who ever that comes in your way then do so. You are paid for it and you are not doing it for free. Even if it is for free, why cant you do so? Is it hard enough to smile or even talk nicely. Little annoying things like this pisses me off. Morality is seldom found in human hearts nowadays. College management office workers are plain rude and damn irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To friend, things are hard for u now i know but we are all here for you. I hope our presence around you will always put a smile on your face :D Hang in there Denise, I'm just a call awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! To wah-shigim-you, I'm happy that now you and little monkey are seeing each other almost everyday now. Nothing can't stop you anymore since wsu 1891 is around to rescue youuuu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To boyf, i hope nothing but the best for you. Good luck for your exam! 35 more hours to go and you are free to work. Can't wait for you to fly me around the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6881040514476844810?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6881040514476844810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6881040514476844810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-future-speaks.html' title='When future speaks'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-4150773485416054493</id><published>2009-07-14T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:23:08.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot woot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day out with lunatic bestfriend! Proud and glad to say that we went to Bangsar without, yes WITHOUT any help from anybody. Not even GPS! Even the driver is very proud of that :D However, we didnt know the way back. Lucky we have Denise! Shit happens when reckless drivers trying to cut our close distance from Denise's car. Dahla cuak takut sesat but we manage to catch up, only for AWHILE. Ohh and Denise, OMG Miss Denise Siau Eik Deing! You drive like gila bapak weh. Unexplainable. Easy said, we had our pause moment when we saw you drive. Damnnnnn girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358282078620344610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxxKT6B4SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9kTp_f1Btcw/s320/Haha024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;traffic light go green pls, not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxyLgdI33I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sJV6YjJTbQw/s1600-h/Haha021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358283198680326002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxyLgdI33I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sJV6YjJTbQw/s320/Haha021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for Denise at petronas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxxJm6kaGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qaj_3sRv97Q/s1600-h/Haha019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358282066543011938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxxJm6kaGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Qaj_3sRv97Q/s320/Haha019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rock on, suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxxJLxOcPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IEtfR4dhAu0/s1600-h/Haha017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358282059256066290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxxJLxOcPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IEtfR4dhAu0/s320/Haha017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no caption&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/s: Whatever, this is the first time i posted pictures so let me be :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little gathering for our girlfriends, Farhana and Azaelea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First stop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0w04711I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wjXahy-8-7E/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286038844036946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0w04711I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wjXahy-8-7E/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthdaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0webJ5eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/R71KKQDKdsI/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286032813549026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0webJ5eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/R71KKQDKdsI/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look how suprised she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0wEqmBWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pnn4yBWBWq0/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286025898984802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0wEqmBWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pnn4yBWBWq0/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh thanks to me for the cake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0viRoCoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/it79LozCc4A/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286016667454082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0viRoCoI/AAAAAAAAAGg/it79LozCc4A/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0vdrwtyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xNqClaO9DsI/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358286015434897186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx0vdrwtyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xNqClaO9DsI/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Right at her doorstep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Second stop :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3-sTXEGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FoswVliSxQI/s1600-h/Haha011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358289575592005730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3-sTXEGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FoswVliSxQI/s320/Haha011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3ziSE_4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MbNX9FsB_5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358289383923711874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3ziSE_4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MbNX9FsB_5Q/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3zWcYIKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2-ha61vxni8/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358289380745683106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3zWcYIKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/2-ha61vxni8/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3y4QqGfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Zw-PvM51GH0/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358289372643465714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Slx3y4QqGfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Zw-PvM51GH0/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-4150773485416054493?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4150773485416054493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4150773485416054493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/woot-woot.html' title='Woot woot'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SlxxKT6B4SI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9kTp_f1Btcw/s72-c/Haha024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3580058569905874879</id><published>2009-07-13T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:00:03.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Belated 18th Birthday to Azaelea bt Azman, 11th July 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Nor Farhana bt Khirudding, 12th July 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The longer i stay at home, the crazier i get. Urgh. See how boring my life is. Starting to miss college life, i guess now i understand how Shigim feels when she is waiting for class to start while her friends are busy with classes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curse me.&lt;/span&gt; Ohh yeah my blog has been quiet for a few weeks  not because i have no time to update but no idea to be expressed. Sadly, annoying parents have always been annoying for the past few weeks. Im telling you, cant wait to go to college! and run away from their torturing anger. On 10th July i had tons of fun with miss Denise Siau! Im proud to be the first friend to sit on your passenger seat in your CAR! Haha. Its nice to see all your friends with their driving license driving around the block. Woot woot. Interesting maan. Now that we don't have to seek help from our parents to send us here and there. We are practically free :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On 5th July went to bazaar in Subang Square with friends and boyf. Shop till im broke for the whole week this week. Cant stop myself from creating ahole in my pocket. Its been a habit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had our ealy dinner at ac. with flies all over us. VERY DISTURBING. Ok everything updated. Im going to pick miss Shigim up from college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lea and Farhana, sorry for the late birthday celebration, we will make sure we make it up to you girls. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3580058569905874879?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3580058569905874879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3580058569905874879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-601641744752012213</id><published>2009-06-29T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:35:50.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! So Sweet !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG! Yes, OMG! I have the best&amp;amp;&amp;amp;hot buddy ever! BUBU&amp;amp;ZEETA! Weh sumpah sweet gila korg okay! Terharu nak mampos. Haaa kan dah terkeluar bm aku. Ahaha. They are the bomb! My companion in that lifeless college. However, after listening to my friends about their college, i feel grateful to have mine. BUT, the only thing is the people there are just not like the people im used to hang around. Ok back to the real story pls. Hehe. Bu, that is so sweet of u to think and care about me. Look how concern you are about me although we just know each other for like a few months. I totally appreciate the effort u made before u leave the college. Im still praying for u to continue your damn degree there. Btw, I met mr james the other day and he told me evrything. Thanx bu&amp;amp;zeeta. I syg korg gila okay. Now i have to figure out who to go dinner with everyday and lunch. Omg, otak tk senang ok nak fikir. Damn! Who to gossip with? Haiyo. Thank god vani is still there, at least there is a friend left. Since im making my own holiday now, we can hang out and start the stuff that we planned to do masa tgah dinner lepas tu tau2 je nak pergi club. Ha bagus. Ahaha. I had tons of fun with u guys that night after tawaf the whole kl searching for a club that play r&amp;amp;b songs and we finally found one. Quatro! Ohhh and the photography sessions we had in the hall. Ohh and the one kat tengah2 jalan kat kl tu. Thank god it was like 2am so tk byk kereta kalau tk al-fatihah je la. Okay if i mention the things that we did, the list will go on until i dont know when. Ahaha. Looking forward to do crazy yet fun stuff with u guys :DD Live life to the fullest, yeah! Iloveyouguys :xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-601641744752012213?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/601641744752012213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/601641744752012213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-so-sweet.html' title='OMG! So Sweet !'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-5650306704402948420</id><published>2009-06-29T01:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:41:03.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Meridian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im in love with Le Meridian, Kuala Lumpur is superb :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First things first, I am in love with the Le Meridian's atmosphere&amp;amp;interior design. When i first step my foot on the lovely shining marble floor, I'm speechless and have a completely different feeling as if i am not in Malaysia but in another place. That was the entrance, later when i saw the marvelous swimming pool, again i was speechless. That was the first i was ever excited to swim in a hotel. I was never that excited about swimming pools except when i was a little kiddo. That feeling did not stop there, the jaw breaking moment is when i step foot in the SUPERB hotel room. Yes SUPERB! Im in love with the design. Seriously, you have no idea how much i care about a place's interior design, especially the one that i am going to lay my head off for few nights. Spend a night there with mummy sisters&amp;amp;brother. Thank god its opposite kl sentral so it was not hard for us to find supper. We managed to find a restaurant with good food which by that i mean average food. At last mummy decided to buy mcdonalds since we all eat mcd and because of the environment. Aha, yes no joke. Checked out the next day, fat little brother was begging mum to stay another night but the sisters objected since we all have other plans with our lovely friends :) so mum did not extend. Good decision mum! Ohhh later that day, i went to an art festival in sentul called klpac! Had multimillions of fun. Did a little shopping with gay boy&amp;amp;his friends. One thing i hate most about events that have marketplace is CASH. YES, cash doesnt seem enough for me when it comes to all this shit because i cant stop myself from the urge of buying everything that i see. However, i managed to control myself. Found a few stuff that i cant afford to own at the moment. Ahaha. No serious serious. Sadly, we arrived at 8 and the marketplace is closing at 10. So many things to buy yet so little time but its good, at least i can save money. If money can flow non stop like water then its heaven! :D I wish! Yes, i know in my dreams! Ahaha. F U, its free to have an extra imagination. Ohhh now that best part is we dance like shit. Yeah dance to the groove man including gay boy. He had more fun than me from the way he dance. :D Aha. Pictures taken by gayboy's lovely sister and arl. Then off we go. Aha. Whatever, i had fun. Looking forward for klpac next year. Im marking my calendars and making check list ohh and the most important thing is kaching kaching.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pity u, shigim. Good luck with uitm and your orientation. I know you are going to be tired doing all the acitivities for one week. Can't wait to see you missy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Le m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-5650306704402948420?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5650306704402948420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/5650306704402948420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-meridian.html' title='Le Meridian'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-1524607929055072177</id><published>2009-06-23T05:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:16:29.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good morning? Aha. Its damn 5.40 in the morning and i haven't sleep. I've tried but my mind can't seem to rest in peace, too many words to be expressed in this blog. Mofo, stands for motherfucker. This is what u get from a person who doesn't get enough sleep and rest. Blame the damn caffeine and imbalance mood swings due to menstrual shit. I seriously  can't believe  with what my body is capable of. And that is, study from afternoon till evening and from evening till the morning after. The last time i did it was SPM. DAMN! I can't shut my brain nor my eyes. Both just won't stop functioning. Rest, will ya? Tuuut tuut tuut. Been missing you gay boy :) You must be sleeping right now like a turtle, aw so cute. By the time u wake up, I'd be sleeping like a sleeping beauty. Final exam coming up in 27 hours time from now. Heck, im scared. Its my goddamn finals. Ok, too much of crapping. I'm sleepy but i cant sleep. How can that happen in human being's body system. Shit, im hungry. Too early for food and too late for supper? I guess so. At this point of crackness, i feel lifeless, bored, hungry, and sleepy. Reset body system? I wish! Are we allowed to do so? I don't think so. Lets countdown together! In about an hour and a half, my annoying sister&amp;amp;brother is going to get ready for school. That would be the time i go to bed. Should i bug gay boy? Should i? Yes the question is playing on my mind for the past 5 seconds. AHAHA. Okay, obviously my post is motiveless. To hell with that, all i know is i cant sleep. Struggling to death here simply to sleep. Ok lets make this post not motiveless. Hmm. I had a nice day for a start? Okay, i had a nice day because i don't have to worry about waking up early to go back to college. Yes, lifeless venue. Anyway, i managed to finish 3 chapters out of 5 chapters today. Applause for me. And i understand those 3 chapters now and 2 more to go. Yes! And then sit for the damn exam and im free. 3 weeks holidays! Lets boogie :) Ohhh had fun with my girlfriends and they are, my accountant and psychologist :D They are very successful-to-be. If there is such word. I can hear people snoring in my house. Lalala. Boredom is killing me. Now im scared, what if i can't get up early later today? I still need to study and finish up everything or i'll fail! Nooo. Aha, I'm just exaggerating my  hopeless  expressions. Saya crack sudah.  Guess i better go now? Yes i should before i corrupt this post. Ahahahaha. F U. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-1524607929055072177?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1524607929055072177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1524607929055072177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning?'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-9187034094347235251</id><published>2009-06-23T05:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:54:03.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Get Green :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_2NtcifUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Mx4_jCoX-F0/s1600-h/gethipgetgreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_2NtcifUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Mx4_jCoX-F0/s320/gethipgetgreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350265597737467202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_1yHc8j3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/68W3fl1uKoE/s1600-h/juicy-go-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_1yHc8j3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/68W3fl1uKoE/s320/juicy-go-green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350265123682160498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_1DpfneDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LAHxwnTwJmw/s1600-h/witty-wine-bags.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_1DpfneDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LAHxwnTwJmw/s320/witty-wine-bags.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350264325366315058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_0kJ64gSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LBZtDP1aV8Y/s1600-h/plastic-bag-eco-tote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_0kJ64gSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LBZtDP1aV8Y/s320/plastic-bag-eco-tote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350263784314798370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are beautiful, stylish yet useful. Aren't they? Yes, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Harmonious ecosystem has been disturbed by mankind simply to make way for development and skyscrapers. Why spoil those innocent creatures? Mankind was not harmed by these animals and trees so why should you harm them? It is true highways are built to make human life easier, a fact that can't be denied by many but what about the fact that highways are built on soil that was once covered by our biggest oxygen producer, gigantic trees. Billions of woods that took thousand of years to gradually cover hectares of  healthy soil  on earth are being cut down, simply to make way for development. Some man are proud to build skyscrapers, as their belief, tall buildings is a trend that should be set or a compulsory game that should be played by developer from every part of the world to prove who has the biggest power to development. No adjectives can be used to describe man cruelty. A beautiful sanctuary taken care by our ancestors are now slowly destroyed. Not meters but hectares of greens are fading away from human eyes. Soon, no more trees will cover man from hot sun striking through our thin ozone straight to the bald soil of ours. Why summon cataclysm when we can maintain harmony? Why plunder peace when you can remain a peaceful environment? Grant our last piece of sanctuary a piece of sympathy. Man shall be blame for this horrifying actions made on our ecosystem. At the end of the day, the destroyer will destroy itself and that is human. True, man should not put a stop to advancement though it is natural habitat destroyer but on the other hand, an aware campaign should be made to set some precautions. For example, the usage of plastics shall be put to an end and  replace with paper bags. Self encouraged to plant little trees in our garden, also, cut down on maximum electrical usage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, the artsy side of my brain lights up very early in the morning. :) This is the side effect when a normal person doesn't get enough of 8 hours sleep. They get high on natural adrenaline :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for fashionistas out there, creative man has design an environmental friendly bags where you can bring out to shopping! Yes, save the earth while you shop and still have fashion around you! In fact, many shops should start using cute printed paper bags to attract customers like us and have no worries about the environment :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-9187034094347235251?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/9187034094347235251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/9187034094347235251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-get-green.html' title='Lets Get Green :)'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sj_2NtcifUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Mx4_jCoX-F0/s72-c/gethipgetgreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-4948735931859623284</id><published>2009-06-15T15:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:22:09.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glits&amp;Glam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAuCy00rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wjOYNshRof4/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAuCy00rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wjOYNshRof4/s320/img-thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347462398573073074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAn7khjXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dYCD7XFULbw/s1600-h/gojane_disco_dangle_sequin_halter_dress_gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAn7khjXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/dYCD7XFULbw/s320/gojane_disco_dangle_sequin_halter_dress_gold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347462293554826610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAbZBkX1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qT0Uvid6CCs/s1600-h/image-thumb6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAbZBkX1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/qT0Uvid6CCs/s320/image-thumb6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347462078122975058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fergie looking all fergilicious in this Silver gorgeous dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAG2LPGiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lpywtUa4TiY/s1600-h/silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAG2LPGiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lpywtUa4TiY/s320/silver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461725170899490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Silver Queens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjX_psGsBzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h9ZBpZD3F2s/s1600-h/siennamiller-010609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjX_psGsBzI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h9ZBpZD3F2s/s320/siennamiller-010609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461224251262770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stunning vintage queen, Sienna Miller in turquoise sequin dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjX_fTSl2yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9sl8X9F0nm8/s1600-h/Jane-Norman-black-sequin-dress-164959_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjX_fTSl2yI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9sl8X9F0nm8/s320/Jane-Norman-black-sequin-dress-164959_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461045791611682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjX_VzGNSuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPOQhgTSMKA/s1600-h/sophia-bush-sequin-dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjX_VzGNSuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bPOQhgTSMKA/s320/sophia-bush-sequin-dresses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347460882530912994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sophia Bush&amp;amp;Angie Harmon look fabulously in the Black Mamba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, call me slow but these glits just caught my eyes although i know the glits trend is far behind already. I like it cause the dress itself will do the talking and you don't need heavy accessories, simple ones will do. A pair of stunning heels should be paired off with this glits baby. And you are off to any dinner, parties or even shows just like Fergie do it. I personally love the turquoise. Dying to own one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-4948735931859623284?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4948735931859623284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4948735931859623284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/glits.html' title='Glits&amp;Glam'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SjYAuCy00rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wjOYNshRof4/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-438948324985828122</id><published>2009-06-12T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:51:41.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please know where you stand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont know what is wrong with you nowadays. You are not the girl i know for the past 17 years anymore. What is so good about self leisure and freedom? Why do you need it so badly? It wont take you to anywhere. What, to you its heaven on earth is it? Well let me tell you something young girl, it is not. It is just a golden ticket to trouble/end of your youth years. Im telling you seriously. Friends? To hell with friends that drags you into all this shit! Real friends are the one who help you realize  what you should be doing right now and that is prepare for your damn future not drag you into troublesome situation. Thats bullshit. And where will they be when you are having your fucking hard time? Everywhere but not beside you. And who is the person who always got your back and trying to cover your stinky shits? Me. YES me! I dont hear thank you coming from your selfish mouth. Yeah selfish you! You even think i am a fun sucker. Fun sucker you say? Well to me you are my fun sucker. Want to know why? Cause im too busy covering your busted ass all the time. At least i know my friends got my back even after all they did to me. They are saint enough to  judge what is right and what is wrong unlike you. Trying to have the life of a person that is 5 years older than you. Young girl, its not the time yet. Your time will come soon. Why enjoy now when you know your time will come soon? Why kill the fun of your future life now? Simply is it? Stupid decision ever. Im telling you to stop. I can be there for you whenever you need me but i wont support you silly decisions. I cant take it anymore. When i was at your age i was too busy studying for my future. Im still not satisfied with my results although i know i cracked my head to the max. After cracking my head up i am still not satisfied with the results. Dont regret later in your life. I dont mind you doing all these shits if you are born with super high-tech computer chip in your brain. Think about your parents, think about how would they feel if they know you are sneaking behind their back. Obviously, they'll feel betrayed. Please know where you stand. You are suppose to stay at home and study. You are allowed to go out but not this way. I have tried it all. I know what is the consequences like. I suggest you just stay the way you were before. Its safer that way. Set some boundaries for yourself dont let yourself loose. Too loose. I am not mad but im furious. Yes mark my words im furious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-438948324985828122?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/438948324985828122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/438948324985828122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-know-where-you-stand.html' title='Please know where you stand'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-2456028844868124174</id><published>2009-06-09T19:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:54:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5Mfo4IxmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jTl4VCkDo5k/s1600-h/Cupcake-Faces-cupcakes-396299_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5Mfo4IxmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jTl4VCkDo5k/s320/Cupcake-Faces-cupcakes-396299_1024_768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345293914167887458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5MFNWgeXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lXU10NsZUX4/s1600-h/lego_cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5MFNWgeXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lXU10NsZUX4/s320/lego_cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345293460102478194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5LlWpELuI/AAAAAAAAADw/OG7Wreqqpqo/s1600-h/iphone-cupcake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5LlWpELuI/AAAAAAAAADw/OG7Wreqqpqo/s320/iphone-cupcake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292912840421090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5LWmPzZMI/AAAAAAAAADo/kYoCdmTM974/s1600-h/halloween-cupcakes-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5LWmPzZMI/AAAAAAAAADo/kYoCdmTM974/s320/halloween-cupcakes-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292659331392706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5LO6BQiGI/AAAAAAAAADg/7_iU1hBiRMI/s1600-h/cupcakes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5LO6BQiGI/AAAAAAAAADg/7_iU1hBiRMI/s320/cupcakes1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345292527200143458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5Ks8yG5_I/AAAAAAAAADY/u6kb3befCRc/s1600-h/2207881678_e95101de43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5Ks8yG5_I/AAAAAAAAADY/u6kb3befCRc/s320/2207881678_e95101de43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345291943826352114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me, how can i not want to be a chef? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These ba&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bies are just irresistible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-2456028844868124174?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2456028844868124174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2456028844868124174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/irresistible.html' title='Irresistible?'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Si5Mfo4IxmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/jTl4VCkDo5k/s72-c/Cupcake-Faces-cupcakes-396299_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6936618510476525720</id><published>2009-06-09T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:32:14.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom strikes !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;College  life, hmmm. One assignment pending. I have all the time to do it but I just cant find the time to finish my assignment. How's that? I know. Its called lazy and no inspiration to finish it. Can't help myself from watching dvd just to kill time in Subang Jaya. Perhaps friends? Aha, one is busy with college while the other one is busy with boyfriend and new license and the other two is starting college soon. Sisters? Haha. One is busy with work plus she never have the time to go out with me or any of the family members and the other one is grounded. Haha. Pity her! Little brother? This one only wants to go to playground or anything that is related to toys. He can't even wait for his birthday present, keep bugging and begging me to tell him what did i buy for him. Annoying right? Hell yes he is annoying. Boyf? Unfortunately, his stupid academy is now back in action. Therefore, he is not in town for the whole week. Trying his best to fly as many hours as he can and then move over to twin engine and then graduation day! Yes graduate baby! So what's left? Boredom strikes! Yaicks! Feeding myself to death. Eating maggi in between time everyday in college? Yes, I'm technically sending myself to see the lights in future. I guess I have to warn mummy from buying me all these shitty unhealthy junks. Lets start fresh ladies! Hmm. Sandwiches every morning? Naahh, I don't have the time to do it. Aha, cereals! Nice, light and easssyyy! Yummy. Omg! Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients :&lt;br /&gt;Half a can of Prego Traditional spaghetti sauce&lt;br /&gt;One chopped garlic&lt;br /&gt;Four sticks of black pepper sausages, sliced&lt;br /&gt;Half a can of button mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;A packet of mozzarella cheese&lt;br /&gt;A packet of spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to prepare? Easy :&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, cook chopped garlic until u can smell the aroma. Then, put in chopped mushrooms and sliced sausages. Cook cook cook! Haha. Until the way u like it. Woah then put in the marvelous Prego sauce. Ohh don't forget to boil the spaghetti. Yeah once eveything is done, spread cheese on top and white pepper. Tiptop, easiest and delicious thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok now i miss home. Damn! Home sick home sick! Shit. Ahaha. I miss boyfriend! Ohh yeah, one good thing. Since last week is my off week, i kinda miss Bubu&amp;amp;Zeeta. There are the bomb! So now that I'm back I get to see them. Superb seniors ever. I kinda miss home cook. Shit. Its ok, I'm going back tomorrow. Woot woot. Have you guys notice that I have been crapping for the last half an hour? How sad is that right. That is what we call when boredom strikes! Got to goooo. Vroooooom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6936618510476525720?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6936618510476525720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6936618510476525720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/06/boredom-strikes.html' title='Boredom strikes !'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3892866587539922949</id><published>2009-06-01T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:32:55.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiN0nuvZ4UI/AAAAAAAAADM/L8e6wOmFbZY/s1600-h/escada+ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiN0nuvZ4UI/AAAAAAAAADM/L8e6wOmFbZY/s320/escada+ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342241808902119746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escada Ocean Lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiN0hyctWZI/AAAAAAAAADE/tNtlDQpviW0/s1600-h/nd.2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiN0hyctWZI/AAAAAAAAADE/tNtlDQpviW0/s320/nd.2707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342241706818230674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiN0RmfmxJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RVS7pIh9LBI/s1600-h/053_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiN0RmfmxJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RVS7pIh9LBI/s320/053_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342241428731249810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess by Vera Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiNz7QEWC2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/lwhxOSIX7iU/s1600-h/anna-sui-night-of-fancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiNz7QEWC2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/lwhxOSIX7iU/s320/anna-sui-night-of-fancy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342241044754205538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Night of Fancy by Anna Sui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiNzuSCf8DI/AAAAAAAAACs/mvPdRya9Ni8/s1600-h/1541973538_c53889bd8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiNzuSCf8DI/AAAAAAAAACs/mvPdRya9Ni8/s320/1541973538_c53889bd8d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240821945036850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flight of Fancy by Anna Sui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiNyqWuMdlI/AAAAAAAAACk/5MIZ7OaN4II/s1600-h/parishiltoncancan.0.0.0x0.330x385.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiNyqWuMdlI/AAAAAAAAACk/5MIZ7OaN4II/s320/parishiltoncancan.0.0.0x0.330x385.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342239654970947154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can Can by Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day off today. Blame my spine and body for not going to class today plus i don't feel like going back to nilai. Although I'll be missing on a few chapters for Business Mathematics and I'll miss one tip on how to do assignments for Technical English class. Thank god my room mate has the textbook so it shouldn't be a problem for me to keep up with the new topics learned. Aha, miss them! Zeeta&amp;amp;Bubu. Okay one lunch without them is awkward. Haha, seriously. But eating lunch with my family makes me feel thousand times more comfortable. I miss them too much. Especially that little annoying brat, Danial. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day with mummy yesterday. We watched Night at The Museum 2. Funny yet draggy. I cant wait for Transformers 2. Coming out on the 24th June, my final exam day. Sucks right? Haha. Me and mummy tour around Sunway Pyramid. We went to parkson, we walked around the perfume counters. Spotted a few smells that i love! Escada have always been my favourite! My morgan has this sweet fruity smell. I love Anna Sui's new perfume. Even the bottles are atrractive. If the smell isn't that good, i would still buy for the sake of the bottle. I was shocked to know that Vera Wang has produced perfumes now, besides wedding dress. Vera Wang have a good taste in fragrance too. Now my shopping list just get a bit longer and my budget is getting bigger. Haha. Bought stuff from Topshop with boyf. Really love Topshop new collection. Cant wait for my next big lottery to buy all those stuff. Haha. Time to go. Got to finish some stuff. Toot toot toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3892866587539922949?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3892866587539922949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3892866587539922949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SiN0nuvZ4UI/AAAAAAAAADM/L8e6wOmFbZY/s72-c/escada+ocean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3209579892265741374</id><published>2009-05-26T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:22:21.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kruk kruk kruk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My second post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yes, this is the second one. See how bored i am. I'll start crapping like shit today man. Too bored to handle. Haha. I want to go home. Seriously, I wanna hangout in Subang. At least i get to see him and friends. Somebody please kidnap me. Get me out of this place. Send me one guardian angel to save me! Ok stop, this is too much. Cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, pls come save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3209579892265741374?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3209579892265741374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3209579892265741374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/kruk-kruk-kruk.html' title='kruk kruk kruk.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6724031880279901003</id><published>2009-05-26T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:26:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative port</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can't believe that i'm finishing this semester soon. Torture! Our batch are given a week holidays only, ONLY! What the hell, a week is not enough for me to hang out in Subang! F u Legenda. Soon, Bubu and Zeeta are leaving this place. Damn, I guess I'll be sitting in my room watching dvd in my laptop, listen to music and more money to spend on my topups simply to kill time. Thank god i only stay here until Wednesday. I can't imagine myself living here until end of the week. I swear I'll hang myself up if i have to stay untill end of the week. I'd rather stay in Subang even if i live in boredom than here! See how much i hate this place. Education baby education. If it wasn't for the scholarship, I won't even look at this place. Pray hard i find someone new that can click along with me. Being alone is ok too as long as i score all my papers man! Yeah, being alone is easier to focus on my studies right? Haha. Ok at least i manage to point out a positive point. Still praying for them not to go. I can't afford to lose them here. They are the coolest, most interesting and hilarious people. Take a deep breath and suck all these shits in. Focus focus! Just put studies first. Ok i can do this i can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B and Z, pls dont go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6724031880279901003?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6724031880279901003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6724031880279901003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/negative-port.html' title='Negative port'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-2703465563892051964</id><published>2009-05-19T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:22:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShKILQxM6EI/AAAAAAAAACc/OQa3RHGmR4M/s1600-h/large_image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShKILQxM6EI/AAAAAAAAACc/OQa3RHGmR4M/s320/large_image-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337478235448731714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShKH-67OhLI/AAAAAAAAACU/1tuZWJvgCX8/s1600-h/J1F3B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShKH-67OhLI/AAAAAAAAACU/1tuZWJvgCX8/s320/J1F3B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337478023426770098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShKHpaj-qNI/AAAAAAAAACM/9PvlBq637DU/s1600-h/0712_VogueUK_SashaPivovarova_MarioTestino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShKHpaj-qNI/AAAAAAAAACM/9PvlBq637DU/s320/0712_VogueUK_SashaPivovarova_MarioTestino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337477653962074322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShJ8kW3TsxI/AAAAAAAAACE/b0mgHm9RVkY/s1600-h/0712_VogueUK_SashaPivovarova_MarioTestino%2B%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShJ8kW3TsxI/AAAAAAAAACE/b0mgHm9RVkY/s320/0712_VogueUK_SashaPivovarova_MarioTestino%2B%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337465472442151698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShJ1CRdXfrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zQBg_Ql5Mn8/s1600-h/Sasha-Pivovarova-Vogue-September-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShJ1CRdXfrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zQBg_Ql5Mn8/s320/Sasha-Pivovarova-Vogue-September-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337457190294224562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShJ0ha48VrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IpwSA2ONVr8/s1600-h/pivovarova.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShJ0ha48VrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IpwSA2ONVr8/s320/pivovarova.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337456625890121394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tall and skinny? Sasha it is!She has been the face for famous designers, prada and tiffany's. Superb right? Unique looks of hers has made her famous till now in the high fashion world. She has been Prada's model for four seasons since Fall 2005. Raww, thats envy of mine roaring. Her name will definitely leave a scar on international supermodel list. :) I like! Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-2703465563892051964?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2703465563892051964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2703465563892051964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/envy.html' title='Envy?'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/ShKILQxM6EI/AAAAAAAAACc/OQa3RHGmR4M/s72-c/large_image-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-6451239397415689189</id><published>2009-05-17T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:08:51.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My chocolate cake :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sg_S3baYDRI/AAAAAAAAABk/j2DABeL5Ehg/s1600-h/Johnny_Depp+-+1+-+Pirates_of_the_Carribean_Dead_Mans_Chest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sg_S3baYDRI/AAAAAAAAABk/j2DABeL5Ehg/s320/Johnny_Depp+-+1+-+Pirates_of_the_Carribean_Dead_Mans_Chest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336715933150350610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sg_SqPmv3_I/AAAAAAAAABc/z4cQEpHcuas/s1600-h/johnny_depp1_300_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sg_SqPmv3_I/AAAAAAAAABc/z4cQEpHcuas/s320/johnny_depp1_300_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336715706642718706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is definitely talented and handsome with great sense of fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Age is just a number :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-6451239397415689189?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6451239397415689189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/6451239397415689189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/envy-me.html' title='My chocolate cake :p'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Sg_S3baYDRI/AAAAAAAAABk/j2DABeL5Ehg/s72-c/Johnny_Depp+-+1+-+Pirates_of_the_Carribean_Dead_Mans_Chest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-1756986788410887252</id><published>2009-05-14T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:19:08.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just 2 classes for this short sem, 3 months to be exact. Total of 12 hours of classes a week equivalent to 16 days of classes per month. And only 2 assignments. Thank god? Certainly yes! Consider myself lucky joining this shitty college. Words from seniors, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HND susah! Klau tk dgr kita org menjeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t masa buat assignment tu bukan kita org la tu. Tp its good. Its a passport to pursue your degree overseas or at other college cs its higher than normal diploma. Sekarang ni you belajar je la rajin2, score foundation you nnt senang hidup you bila buat HND"&lt;/span&gt;. Business is easy? I dont think so! Words from seniors explains it all. Feel terribly sorry for my walking wikipedia, Denise Siau Eik Deing. She has to cramp her smart little brain with all that tons of foundation subject in like what, 3 months? What the hell right? Good luck to you my friend! Im sure u can handle those stuff. Cant wait to start college life my girlfriends. Waiting for another one to start her classes in UITM Shah Alam, Shigim Shahera, and im still waiting for that day where the three of us sitting in a cafe exchanging stories about our courses. Haha. Nobody ever say its wrong to daydream right? Anyway its free to daydream. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Technical&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;English assignment - DONE!&lt;br /&gt;Business Mathematics assignment - DONE!&lt;br /&gt;Technical English Test 1 - 7.2/10&lt;br /&gt;Technical English Test 2 - Pending  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-1756986788410887252?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1756986788410887252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1756986788410887252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/grateful_13.html' title='Grateful?'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-2781821418996363176</id><published>2009-05-08T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:53:13.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple yet Mind Blowing !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SgO3g_R98eI/AAAAAAAAABU/wR1nJyVNnYY/s1600-h/rihanna+jumpsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SgO3g_R98eI/AAAAAAAAABU/wR1nJyVNnYY/s320/rihanna+jumpsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333308161107292642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SgO3aOYYlqI/AAAAAAAAABM/jnOLA-5iTxk/s1600-h/293.black.jumpsuit.071907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SgO3aOYYlqI/AAAAAAAAABM/jnOLA-5iTxk/s320/293.black.jumpsuit.071907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333308044901652130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aha, yes simple yet mind blowing! A simple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jumpsuit &lt;/span&gt;is a multipurpose outfit! Can be worn for lunch date, romantic dinner or even day out with your girlfriends! Isn't it nice and easy to wear? You wont have to think for hours on what to pair with or what jeans should you wear. Jumpsuits are available in shorts too and even harem pants! Even America's famous pop star is in love with jumpsuit, Rihanna. Elegant right? Just pair it with a few cool accessories just like Rihanna did with her black jumpsuit and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;waaalaaah&lt;/span&gt;! ohh ohhh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pair it with bradshaw! OMG, now im in love. Haha. Yes, wide choice of jumpsuit can be found now days. I personally love this outfit, actually i'm collecting it! Next stop to my personal collection is harem jumpsuit! Ha suddenly a bell on my head just rang, it is also suitable for halloween costume. HAHA. Funny idea, yes but it is useful though. I would wear it as a halloween costume. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious serious&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't it brilliant? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-2781821418996363176?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2781821418996363176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/2781821418996363176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-yet-mind-blowing.html' title='Simple yet Mind Blowing !'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SgO3g_R98eI/AAAAAAAAABU/wR1nJyVNnYY/s72-c/rihanna+jumpsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-97325094876933218</id><published>2009-04-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:56:29.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Days, Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OH MY F GOD! Yesterday i tasted the best dessert ever! Its called snow angel, it surely feels like heaven when i first swallow it. Imagine this people! First class British white chocolate, raisins, walnuts, hazelnuts, gummy bears and dark chocolate. Okay, now mix everything together! Put the mixture in foil casing, freeze it. Cut it into cubes. Ahhhhhhh, SUPERB SUPERB! First bite and im in love! Haha. Seriously, go try it people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my bestfriend, Shigim Shahera Shuhaizan: I MISS YOU TOO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How i wish we are in the same college now. At least we get to continue our fun time together until college. Remember we use to say we want college life and bla bla. Sadly, we are now at two different places. You know i dont even want to be here right, but i had to! Suck, i know. And i certainly understand how u feel about living alone in TANAMERA. Duh, its like at the end of 'Subang World" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;kot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Especially when your boyf is like at the centre of USJ and you are like at the end of USJ. Eee must be hard living alone at this peak of time. I miss going out with you, girl! Ou used to be our favourite spot, Haha. What do you expect, ou was like the furthest we can go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;at that time la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hey, at least it was fun okay! I still remember zuup, thats like our favourite restaurant/hangout place. The food is superb baby! Ohhh and i remember we run in the rain. It was like crazy and guess what, i still remember our dialogue during the rain. Haha. Ohhh my god, remember the first time we cut school? I was so f nervous until i imagine like there was our discipline teacher watching us but he was actually not. HAHA. Ohhh and i definitely miss laughing our ass off over something stupid like our stupid theories, our stupid jokes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; omg i miss sleeping over your hse! Ohh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sitting by the pool side and be sentimental, let go of our teenage problems. Aww, i miss you bestfriend! I promise you this, when i reach our compound, i'll go out with you. No matter where are we going, im going to make it a memorable one! Yeay, cant wait maaan! 6 years and still counting :D Its been the best 6 years so pls dont go away GENDUT! Haha, i enjoy having you beside my skinny self. :D Ohh obviously because of your fasionable mind! I love shopping with you, its like you are my fashion advisor. My fashion brain transmitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my walking wikipedia yet noisy close friend, Denise Siau Eik Deing: I miss playing pool with you baby! Yeah, now a pro after i thought u kan? I miss the noise we make when we play pool but i dont miss playing pool with you! Haha *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;evil laugh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How dare you defeat the person who thought you how to play pool! Haha, nahh i dont mind u winning. I mind the noise u make after u win a game. Kidding! Obviously i miss my wise friend. You are like the only girl i know who knows everything about everything. Like what the heck, how the hell you know everything? Impressive, really impressive. You know what, i miss our prom incident. Remember, ayc? Haha, silly us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Flashback, its funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Seriously, funny ok! Haha, i cant believe we fight over something silly llike that. Whatever it is, we are close to each other now. I enjoy sitting at old town kopitiam shopping onlline together. Ohh i forgot to mention, denise is like the gossip queen! She is like the satelite of the world. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;She knows what is going on around everyone or to everyone or about everyone, yeah thats Denise! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: To ze bestfriend, be strong. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-97325094876933218?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/97325094876933218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/97325094876933218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/those-days-fun.html' title='Those Days, Fun!'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-3992867310047622497</id><published>2009-04-26T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:27:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbo Jumbo Afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Because i saw a girl in a grey jumpsuit yesterday and i think she looks fucking hot in it. I think i love her as much as u love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a day! With such heart melting sentence coming from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Isnt he the sweetest? Yes, he is. Sometimes fights or arguments are good. It makes the relationship stronger and thats how u evaluate yourself on how much u know your partner. However, people have this low level of IQ by taking fights and arguments as their final judgement in a relationship, which they should NOT! Im not saying im a perfect person when it comes to relationship, even i misjudge things. Haha, whatever. Who cares, as long as i have my sweet guy beside my egoistic-self. As long as we love each other then we are happy. Hey, im not the only girl living happily ever after because of a guy ok. Like Farhana&amp;amp;Afiq, woah they are the strongest couple man. Seriously, you guys have no idea what they have been through but they are still going strong after all these years. All the hard times together. Fuuuh unexplainable. Shigim&amp;amp;Syamil, the silly couple ever! They love making stupid jokes and silly movements. Also, these both idiots always come up with silly theories. HAHA, but they still have the same spark like when they first meet each other. To u silly ppl, your silly movements and jokes affect others like me. Its fun weh being around u psycho! Ahh now, the loving yet noisy couple. Denise&amp;amp;Nayim, this one is unpredictable. They are so effin sweet together when they are in good and nice condition. But they are cute and funny when denise is scolding nayim over something. Seriously, Denise's voice when she is mad is cute. She talks like 350-Z okay! Yes, very fast in a short period of time with millions of words. Somehow they are cute together. And both also very small. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets not get sentimental. Everyday is lovey dovey day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-3992867310047622497?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3992867310047622497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/3992867310047622497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/mumbo-jumbo-afternoon.html' title='Mumbo Jumbo Afternoon.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-7717170912661550162</id><published>2009-04-21T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:54:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady with artistic interest !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Se3WBERvjkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-0E3jIKPCdw/s1600-h/NigellaLawson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Se3WBERvjkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-0E3jIKPCdw/s320/NigellaLawson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327149248065539650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Se3Vt0mPFeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LbLjYB4Vccs/s1600-h/Peanut_Swirl_Brownies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Se3Vt0mPFeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LbLjYB4Vccs/s200/Peanut_Swirl_Brownies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327148917439010274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigella Lawson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, its the infamous&amp;amp;pretty journalist with pretty taste in food. This journalist with deep interest in cookery&amp;amp;baking has inspired me to be a lady chef in future majoring in baking. I know i know its hard to be a lady chef in any part of this world. As we all know, male chefs are paid higher than lady chefs. No matter what, the best home chef is always female chef :p Started as journalist in her youth years, also a daughter of famous British politician in England. Shocking right? Yes i know even I thought she was a daughter of some female chefs or something. Haha. While studying journalism, she realised her interest in the artsy side which is cooking&amp;amp;bakery. Yummy! Mix in journalist with chef and u get cooking book author. Yes, she wrote a few cooking books with some moral support from her loved ones. She had published a few books on her own too :) Okay i have to admit that i never read any of her books but at least i watch her on television okay! Not so bad right? HAHA. Ohh thats about her. Whatever it is, she is my inspiration. Few years from now, Qilah the businesswoman will be opening her own bakery shop! Ohhh &amp;amp;&amp;amp; colaborate with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shigim, the designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! Haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;beranganlah aku kan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brownies!&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My tongue is craving for brownies rich in chocolate. Omg, a few ounces of dark chocolate and dairy chocolate mix in with some cream, butter, sugar and vanilla essence! Mix everything together and put it in a baking pan. Next put it in the oven and bake it about 180 degrees. I can imagine the view from outside the oven. With the chocolate slowly thickens under that hot temperature. Im drooling now. Ohhhh dear how i wish i could bake it now. Ahhh i miss sitting in front of the television with a pen and a notebook writing down the recipe from my favourite chef, Nigella Lawson! Practising the same routine every Friday night at 8pm. Her recipes are the best and the simplest way ever. Especially her desserts, ahh my favourite! Her cupcakes are the easiest way to bake with a minimum amount of ingredients but a maximum kick in your mouth! Haha. Nice isnt it? Lets make our mouth even more watery with strawberry icing topping for the cupcakes. To top it off, put a smiley using yummy gums! Ahh lovely. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love simple, messy but delicious foods :)" &lt;/span&gt;as quoted by Nigella herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heeee, Qilah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-7717170912661550162?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7717170912661550162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/7717170912661550162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/lady-with-artistic-interest.html' title='Lady with artistic interest !'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/Se3WBERvjkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-0E3jIKPCdw/s72-c/NigellaLawson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-1759111371608647796</id><published>2009-04-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:28:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion vs Tobago tb 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a good day! For the first time i enjoy going back to my college in goddamn mantin. Having my boyfriend sitting beside me along the journey talking &amp;amp; singing together in the car :D, teheeee. Ahhh romantic romantic. We hit the road at 10am and we got lost somewhere there but we reached there right on time for my class. HA-HA. Ha now the BEST part *drum roll plsss* I met a fashion queen. A true artistic designer! Its a He with a superb, yes SUPERB sense of fashion.I finally get to meet someone that is not kg.com at that isolated place. He calls our place The Manhattan. HA-HA. He has a great sense of humor too. Yes He is also a gossip queen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaki gossip nyah! &lt;/span&gt;HA-HA. At least i have somone that reminds me of my friends and subanggg! Yeay! Woah and ze boyfriend went lepak with his pilot friends at silva later in the evening. Damn, they speak tobago tb 10. As for the girls, we speak prada but for the boys they speak tobago tb 10. I dont understand a single tuuuut. However, i enjoyed watching them mocking each other's flying academy. Silly boys! Hehe. Ok time to go. So to He, good luck with your fashion photoshoot project. To boyfriend, hope journey to Ipoh will be more romantic than our first journey &amp;amp; ohh i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;Toodloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Qilaaaah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-1759111371608647796?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1759111371608647796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/1759111371608647796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/fashion-vs-tobago-tb-10.html' title='Fashion vs Tobago tb 10.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4095024525331379247.post-4641768186825288492</id><published>2009-04-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:26:45.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interest in Fashionista.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SeiIEcADEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2VNHehRBEHs/s1600-h/leighton-meester-bowling-boyfriends-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SeiIEcADEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2VNHehRBEHs/s320/leighton-meester-bowling-boyfriends-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325656169182859410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SeiH1W8NUUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyC-KtBkqws/s1600-h/rachel_bilson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SeiH1W8NUUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyC-KtBkqws/s320/rachel_bilson1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325655910126539074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SeiHrqsVFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/85hUNYEyvQo/s1600-h/ashley%2Bolsen%2Bflats%2Band%2Bleather%2Bjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SeiHrqsVFxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/85hUNYEyvQo/s320/ashley%2Bolsen%2Bflats%2Band%2Bleather%2Bjacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325655743629956882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LOVE THEM. Its their style that makes me addicted to fashion &amp;amp; shopping :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ashley O. From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;oversized clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to flats and to trendy heels to the tiny little accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rachel B. From high-waisted shorts to oxfords and to the long cardigans together with skinny leather belts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Leighton M. Its the Jumpsuit, I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4095024525331379247-4641768186825288492?l=lipstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4641768186825288492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4095024525331379247/posts/default/4641768186825288492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lipstorm.blogspot.com/2009/04/interest-in-fashionista.html' title='Interest in Fashionista.'/><author><name>Aqilah Azali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02215320922109662936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EnfZ1F_KPBc/SeiIEcADEJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2VNHehRBEHs/s72-c/leighton-meester-bowling-boyfriends-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
